Photo: Duncan Stafford.
This feature is a must read.
“These songs do to the English language what Pete Townshend did to his Rickenbacker – this is a rhetorical racket, lingual feedback; noisy resistance to well-ordered, market-friendly thinking. The same goes for that furious scatology, that feverish obsession with the abject; Jason Williamson’s mind is a cloaca, discharging torrents of weaponised filth, scooped up and catapulted out of the cage, a logical response to alienation and confinement… yeah all right, I know, I know. But seriously, listen: this is the best British lyricist to have emerged so far this century.”
