"Mark E. Smith and Kay Carroll, (Fall singer/autocrat, and manager/girlfriend), take Lux Interior to the witch-trials. Hauling him before a mirror, they demand that he gaze upon his reflection. "Look at yourself, you look fuckin' ridiculous!" Righteous indignation with a damning Mancunian accent. Lux takes in his reflection: Huge quiff, naked torso, gold leather hipsters, and winkle-picker ankle boots. Dead Elvis. What's not to like?"