Listening to Franz Ferdinand’s take on late-’70s post-punk, you’d think the scene was all staccato guitars and singers swathed in suave. But the Fall became cult luminaries — and have lasted 30 years — while sounding like an uncombed, untucked, underslept mess. Formed in 1976, they dismantled punk into gut-out, springs-popping disarray, shoving funkless beats and rambling tempos against garbled hissy fits. When he’s not wheezing into a kazoo, Mark E. Smith’s lyrics range from caffeine freak-outs to wage slaves breathing dirty air to secret government transmissions. Whether on beefy assaults (1979’s “Rowche Rumble”), scrappy party-pumpers (1980’s “Totally Wired”), catchy New Wave (1988’s “Hit the North”) or noisy rave-ups (2003’s “Green Eyed Loco Man”), Smith’s voice is a smokestack belching thick working-class sneers as he addresses the world with sarcasm, indignation and paranoia.

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