more empty than Waiting For A Miracle, emptier
even than Sleep No More, Fiction occupies
a far richer and less transient (at least I hope so)
niche in recording history. The Comsat Angels have
come in from the cold, let's have a party. Even the
cover presents a glittering parade of multi-coloured
icicles, juxtaposed just so, to break the ice. It
cracks the cold mystique of Independence Day
and Total War and reassembles it as something
far more complete. Principally, though, it's JuJu
Money, the track that initially showcased the
Comsats on the South Yorkshire compilation album
Bouquet Of Steel, that reflects perfectly the
flight of the angels. A million miles away from the
listenable but amateurish hard rock song it once was,
JuJu is now a bristling threat of pure invective.
Guitars skate on glass, tearing into the sound and
smearing crude chords into the hollow of every rhythmic
let me stress again, Fiction isn't an alternative
miracle (they don't exist). This is just the Comsat
Angels breathing a little fire into your kitchen.
The most marked failure of Fiction is illustrated
on More, a sombre duet with vocals and drums
toying, annoying each other and occasionally stumbling
into Pils Flowers Of Romance. But then
I'm not searching for a perfect record.
was a time when the Comsat Angels used to playing
Sheffield. I remember well the time singer and guitarist
Stephen Fellows answered a sartorial critic by saying
We are sorry if weíre not wearing our best clothes
but it's cold outside.'' but it's always been
cold outside, and the Comsats have never worn anything
why don't you step inside? Itís much warmer in here.