There’s a moment in any goth’s life when they’re dragged – kicking and screaming – out of their childish gothdom (when they still think Sisters of Mercy are the height of artful detachment), and into their Let Love In phase, where they read John Berryman instead of Mary Shelley, drink scotch and swap their black t-shirts for white shirts with exposed chests. It’s the difference between The Birthday Party and The Bad Seeds. Swapping their black nail polish for black polished Chelsea boots, and their leather jacket for a fitted black blazer. Many of us have been there, and the gloomily ponderous “Kicking and Screaming” is the ideal soundtrack for that moment.
Moniker initiate themselves as this generation’s miserablists with “Kicking and Screaming”
