Our tribute and heartfelt paean to the missing generation terrorist. Erudite, working class rock 'n' rollers are virtually non-existent today, so this is a reminder of a beautiful, gentle, but very provocative lyricist who was as comfortable quoting Camus as he was sporting eyeliner - a killer combo. He was also a troubled soul as the song's bridge testifies: 'Doomed romantics must confess, suicide is not abstract nor is it painless. Doomed poets must concede, if they cut you, you will bleed, and to vanish from this earth won't solve the mysteries of the universe'.  Richey Edwards, a working-class hero who came to destroy rock 'n' roll but in the end elevated it.

The Ballad Of Richey Edwards

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