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One thing interesting about the early '80s Fall was their predilection toward opening their U.S. shows with songs as boring, brooding, and/or torporous as the drive that probably got them to their gig's destination. It's not hard to picture Smith, after the 8 hour trek from L.A. to S.F., saying to the rest of the band: "Gawd what a hellish-ah ride-ah... We're a working band, cock. Let's bloody open- ah with-ah 'Cash-ah n' Carry'., you know.. I'm a fucking psychic, fuck off! That'll bloody teach 'em to place their cities so far apart-ah." I heard once they opened a show in the midwest with the plodding "Tempo House," and by the time the song was three minutes in, most of the audience had left. Now it all makes sense...
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