Teenage Rampage - Sounds, 26th January 1991
Are Manic Street Preachers saliva-splattered scam-merchants or rabble-rousing revolutionaries. John Robb takes a deep breath and holds on tight as the fresh faced Welsh windbags vent their spleen on everything from the cluelessness of The Clash to the sorry state of David Gedge.
Sex, style and subversion have always been at the frontline of any white-heat rock that's counted. They were last spotted during punk rock, a form which has been completely drained of these components over the last ten years and gradually reduced to beer-tainted pub-rock workouts and fuzz-faced hippy laziness.
The Manic Street Preachers are arrogant, proud and dangerous. Blunt, articulate, intelligent, they understand the sheer thrill of a band blazing on a colourful combination of rock and revolution
Completely opinionated, the Manic Street Preachers are here to apologise for their existence like some mangy, flea-bitten muso dogs. They want to have a hit with their single, 'Motown Junk', put out a double album of 30 tracks and then top the charts with 'Repeat', a controversial five-line rant that strings up the monarchy. Anything less will be considered failure.