SOMEONE ought to release an album called Now That’s What I Call Marmite. Undoubtedly Pete Doherty, Coldplay, Robbie Williams and U2 would be strong contenders, but the most obvious inclusion has to be The Fall.

For years Mark E Smith, its curmudgeonly leader, has steadfastly refused to play by the rules, which is why the band never achieved widespread success. But they were championed by John Peel who described the Fall as his favourite band. And isn’t that the ultimate test of ‘Marmite?’ They’re prolific too, 30 studio albums in 38 years, more than triple that if you count compilations and live recordings.

This is the latest and it was collated by Smith from gigs over a four year period between 2008-2012, hence the name. Everything is as raw, cryptic, frenetic and idiosyncratic as you would expect, and could have been recorded at any time since 1976, which is The Fall’s enduring appeal.

As Peel famously said: “They are always different; they are always the same.” Just like the yeast spread, then, and equally not for consumption by the faint of heart.