Shack rise out of the ashes of The Pale Fountains, Michael Head proving again that he can wrench beauty from the 12-string with the best of them. Who Killed Clayton Square? transcends the precise geographical sadness with a mood that’ll have you weeping, a far more touching comment on The Way Things Are than a whole roster of Red Wedge shite. Someone’s Knocking and Up Against It are the most impressive moments of …
