With Journals for Plague Lovers, they're calling in their goodwill. Literally no other band in the world would get away with doing this - an album seemingly built entirely from references to a man who's been missing for 15 years, and written using nothing but lyrics that he wrote just before that, it would just be seen as shocking and crass in the hands of a P. Diddy, or a Dave Grohl or Courtney Love, or even a Paul McCartney. Yet the Manics are getting away with that and more. The Holy Bible is called to mind time and again before you even listen to the record - the artwork here is drawn by Jenny Saville (the same artist responsible for THB's artwork), and every advert and poster has even used the same typeface. When you switch the record on, it's not long before you hear a vocal sample, just like the ones that bound together the tracks on their 1994 classic. Steve Albini is even called in as a producer, just in case you weren't prepared enough for a dark, depressive alt-rock record from the mid-90s.
You'd be forgiven for bracing yourself for a train wreck. And yet, three tracks is all takes to allay those fears. "Peeled Apples", "Jackie Collins Existential Question Time", and "Me and Stephen Hawking" must all stand among the likes of "The Masses Against The Classes", "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next", and "Found That Soul" as the best songs the band have conjured since Everything Must Go. Whatever else has happened, the tunes must be the primary concern, and these three are as good as even the band's most ardent fans could have expected.
It's after these tracks have sunk in that the sting in the tale of Journal For Plague Lovers reveals itself - actually, it's all been a ruse, and this is not much like The Holy Bible at all. Where that album seemed to be summed up by one of its voiceover samples - 'I think you are the devil itself' - Journalis the trickster Loki to The Holy Bible's black-hearted Beelzebub. It's still not a happy record by any means, but it's noticeably less dark, and its defining feature is surely its sense of humour. "Me and Stephen Hawking" boasts the great line 'we missed the sex revolution/when we failed the medical', while the chorus of "Jackie Collins" sees Bradfield/Edwards conjuring their younger selves to ask the immortal question - 'Mummy, what's a Sex Pistol"'. On a gut level, this simply can't be considered a sequel. While Richey's subject matter still often reverts to uncomfortable topics, no other Manics record has really felt like this, and it's worth wondering whether they've ever been this loose and this good-humoured. You'd probably have to go all the way back to "Motown Junk" and "Slash N Burn" to argue that they have been. The fact that Steve Albini is involved just makes things slightly more surprising - although black humour has always been part of his shtick, from Rapeman to McLusky, the album doesn't sound like he had too much control over proceedings, even at the production stage.
So that leaves us with a rock record, a Manic Street Preachers album. That's all you can judge Journals For Plague Lovers by, and if you do, it comes up trumps on both counts. It's a shade better than Send Away The Tigers, itself heralded as a return to form, and in a year that hasn't really been anything special so far for straight-ahead rock, this is a standout. For Manics fans, they can revel in another added bonus - this is the album that Know Your Enemy should have been.
Ignoring the hidden track, the album proper ends with Nicky Wire singing "William's Last Words", as simple a lyric as Richey ever wrote. It's nothing more a thank you to his friends, and it's the most poignant thing here. It's also entirely fitting. As a tribute to Richey, Journals seems to be all about setting the record straight, remembering Richey as a human being rather than an insane dervish on the brink of self-annihilation. The lyrics here reveal a man as intelligent and well-read as the one on the first three Manics albums, but also one with a wicked sense of humour, and a very real capacity to enjoy life - for those of us that didn't know him, that's where the real revelation lies. You suspect that he would have loved it.
Tracklist for Journal For Plague Lovers:
1 Peeled Apples
2 Jackie Collins Existential Question Time
3 Me and Stephen Hawking
4 This Joke Sport Severed
5 Journal for Plague Lovers
6 She Bathed Herself in a Bath of Bleach
7 Facing Page: Top Left
8 Marlon J.D.
9 Doors Closing Slowly
10 All Is Vanity
11 Pretension / Repulsion
12 Virginia State Epileptic Colony
13 William's Last Words
You'd be forgiven for bracing yourself for a train wreck. And yet, three tracks is all takes to allay those fears. "Peeled Apples", "Jackie Collins Existential Question Time", and "Me and Stephen Hawking" must all stand among the likes of "The Masses Against The Classes", "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next", and "Found That Soul" as the best songs the band have conjured since Everything Must Go. Whatever else has happened, the tunes must be the primary concern, and these three are as good as even the band's most ardent fans could have expected.
It's after these tracks have sunk in that the sting in the tale of Journal For Plague Lovers reveals itself - actually, it's all been a ruse, and this is not much like The Holy Bible at all. Where that album seemed to be summed up by one of its voiceover samples - 'I think you are the devil itself' - Journalis the trickster Loki to The Holy Bible's black-hearted Beelzebub. It's still not a happy record by any means, but it's noticeably less dark, and its defining feature is surely its sense of humour. "Me and Stephen Hawking" boasts the great line 'we missed the sex revolution/when we failed the medical', while the chorus of "Jackie Collins" sees Bradfield/Edwards conjuring their younger selves to ask the immortal question - 'Mummy, what's a Sex Pistol"'. On a gut level, this simply can't be considered a sequel. While Richey's subject matter still often reverts to uncomfortable topics, no other Manics record has really felt like this, and it's worth wondering whether they've ever been this loose and this good-humoured. You'd probably have to go all the way back to "Motown Junk" and "Slash N Burn" to argue that they have been. The fact that Steve Albini is involved just makes things slightly more surprising - although black humour has always been part of his shtick, from Rapeman to McLusky, the album doesn't sound like he had too much control over proceedings, even at the production stage.
So that leaves us with a rock record, a Manic Street Preachers album. That's all you can judge Journals For Plague Lovers by, and if you do, it comes up trumps on both counts. It's a shade better than Send Away The Tigers, itself heralded as a return to form, and in a year that hasn't really been anything special so far for straight-ahead rock, this is a standout. For Manics fans, they can revel in another added bonus - this is the album that Know Your Enemy should have been.
Ignoring the hidden track, the album proper ends with Nicky Wire singing "William's Last Words", as simple a lyric as Richey ever wrote. It's nothing more a thank you to his friends, and it's the most poignant thing here. It's also entirely fitting. As a tribute to Richey, Journals seems to be all about setting the record straight, remembering Richey as a human being rather than an insane dervish on the brink of self-annihilation. The lyrics here reveal a man as intelligent and well-read as the one on the first three Manics albums, but also one with a wicked sense of humour, and a very real capacity to enjoy life - for those of us that didn't know him, that's where the real revelation lies. You suspect that he would have loved it.
Tracklist for Journal For Plague Lovers:
1 Peeled Apples
2 Jackie Collins Existential Question Time
3 Me and Stephen Hawking
4 This Joke Sport Severed
5 Journal for Plague Lovers
6 She Bathed Herself in a Bath of Bleach
7 Facing Page: Top Left
8 Marlon J.D.
9 Doors Closing Slowly
10 All Is Vanity
11 Pretension / Repulsion
12 Virginia State Epileptic Colony
13 William's Last Words
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