It’s that time of the year, when the Edinburgh Festivals engulf the whole city like a tidal wave of culture, so this seems like the ideal anthem. As I’ve heard over the years, Mark E Smith was a fan of the gorgeous architecture, but mostly the drinking establishments, of the fair city. I know a lady who sank a few drinks with him, but I’m not sharing who. Don’t DM me.
Wrap yer ears around this contemplative ode to the charms of glorious Auld Reekie, and imagine the grizzled MES darkening the corners of the Old Town area in the 80s/90s. It’s what the old curmudgeon would have wanted.
Hit The North 