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My Review -  
Anywhere that you read people will say that this is the poorest Manic's album, even they say so themselves however I feel that it is drastically underrated. For a start, the "worst" Manic's album is miles better than the best album by many many other bands. Also when this album was released the record company and the reviewers wanted straight out radio friendly top ten hits, which is not really what the Manic's are about. The last single they released was 'Suicide is Painless' which went to number seven in the charts so much more was expected of the Manic's from their second album especially sine they failed to make a bigger album that Appetite for Destruction and utterly failed to split up after. This album is often overlooked, when it is stuck between the Punky Rock album of Generation Terrorists with the dazzling Motorcycle Emptiness and the 'up yours' You Love Us and the black glory of The Holy Bible with the almost poppy PCP and the beautiful She Is Suffering , however this is an album which deserves just as much praise as all the Manics others and has more than earned a place in your CD collection. 
Q - What, indeed, can a poor boy do except play in a rock'n'roll band? When you're from a small Welsh town where nothing is ever going to happen and you rely on the papers and telly to give you your second-hand kicks, imagining you're some mighty amalgam of the The Rolling Stones, The Clash, the The Sex Pistols, glam tramp supremo's the New York Dolls, Kiss or even Guns N' Roses, then strapping on a shiny guitar and polishing up your manifesto for change represents one of the few genuine ways of escape. So it is that Manic Street Preachers find themselves a bit of a laughing stock in some quarters through such bare-faced pillaging of the past and a naive belief in the ability of a beat and a handful of chords to shock, subvert and somehow alter lives. But with the bulk of their contemporaries seemingly caught in the slough of despond of indie introspection or toeing a faceless party line of dance conformity, then their tangible desperation to shake things up at least deserves an A for effort. Besides, their double album debut, Generation Terrorists, was chockful of cheap sloganeering, booming guitars, melodic dexterity and the whiff of bad sex and better drugs, an intoxicating brew in anybody's book and good enough to create the occasional frisson of excitement. Sadly, with Gold Against The Soul, the cupboard looks to be already distressingly bare. Supposedly in an effort to return to their punk-inspired origins, producer Dave Eringa, who worked with the band on their initial Heavenly singles, has returned to help create a more focused sound. However, other than having the vocals buried knee-deep in the mix, there's little discernible difference. The guitars and drums kick in right from the word go with the bracing opener, Sleepflower, all slashed chords, knee-jerk riffing and buoyant, eager to please chorus, but as a song it simply doesn't happen. That's pretty much how it stays. Sympathy Of Tourette toys with thrash, Nostalgic Pushead is base metal, while the title track is almost funk-like. Amid such company, Roses In The Hospital and La Tristess Durera offer fleeting respite without the consolation of fresh insight and From Despair To Where comes propped up with strings. Hardly the stuff of provocation or even a personal development plan for the terminally disenfranchised come to that. It's superficially competent, of course, but scratch below the surface and you'll find few  signs of life, just a vaguely expressed, bemused and bored dissatisfaction: the sound of a band digging in for a long-term career rather than knocking over a few of the statues. When will they ever learn? 
2 stars out of 5 
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