If things can change for the good, they can change for the bad

The year in which Mark E Smith died delivered a wonderful and frightening summer of hurling. The most beautiful game is now the hip priest of Irish sport and Limerick’s colours the new paintwork and so many heads expanded.
While The Fall’s output will never be majority taste, the surge of their best work does a fair impression of hurling at full pelt. There is the same controlled fury, the same splice of force and grace.