Released : 1985
There’s no greater poisoned chalice than trying to wade through the Fall’s Brix-inspired Imperial phase and choosing just one song, then compounding the error by not immediately placing it at #1 in any chart.
But at the risk of pitchforks and burning torches, Cruiser’s Creek seems like an obvious pick: on it the band’s classic eighties line up are toying with melody, but that ferocious percussive undercurrent is still amphetamine turbocharged, whilst Smith mutters disconsolately at some Prestwich moon and – as with all their best work – everything has a heightened sense of grimy cabaret.
A thousand bald men, all named Dave, will be fuming. But Cruiser’s Creek it is.