It’s the 20th anniversary of THE HOLY BIBLE by Manic Street Preachers.
I’ve written about it before, though perhaps never as much as I should have. This won’t be that post. I haven’t the time. If you have it, my RUE BRITANNIA has a lot in there. For at least five years, it was my standard go-to answer to the (always impossible, always meaningless, always too meaningfully loaded) question “what’s your favourite album ever?”
It was an easy answer, but also a true one. It was a life changer.
It’s on all the usual streaming places if you haven’t ever listened. You should, though don’t expect to be in a good mood after it. Anorexia, Fascism, Concentration Camps, Mutilation, everything black. I was probably sold on it from the second I opened the middle page of the Melody Maker to find the advert for it, which solely consisted off all the lyrics from the album, printed to entirely fill the space, with a thumbnail of the cover in the bottom right. I’m a sucker for that sort of confidence and statement even now, and four times as much then.
(If you want to see it, it’s here.)
It’s an album that led me to the black hole at the heart of the world, and taught me how to live there. It was both useful and essential. It’s difficult to imagine a world without it. It’s difficult to imagine a me about it.
Love this record.