Summer is a bummer: Five songs that will make you wish it was winter
2. Manic Street Preachers – Die In The Summertime
Here’s how it was supposed to happen: the Manic Street Preachers were supposed to release their debut album, Generation Terrorists. It would outsell Appetite For Destruction, they would tour the world, and then they would break up and move on to something else.
It didn’t work out that well. Sure, the album came out, but GN’R did not feel any significant threat from the Motown Junksters, guitarist Richie Edwards disappeared forever, and the Manics just kept rolling on, creating bazillion-selling sonic temples of sadness and despair, deceptively wrapped in gorgeous pop hooks and standard he-dog riffola. Maybe not the art heist of the century they planned, but still a pretty interesting turn of events, at any rate.
Die In The Summertime is from their third album, The Holy Bible (1994), a remarkable fist of unrelenting pain that only hardcore agony enthusiasts should take in one sitting. More fragile hearts will want to merely nibble and move on to more pleasant tasks.
Still, there is great reward in all this poetic moping, like this gem of bleak post-grunge. In case you can’t make out James Dean Bradfield’s mumbling (he does that for your own protection, I assure you) it’s about looking at photographs of yourself as a kid, happy and carefree, and then wanting to strangle yourself. In the summertime. Fun!