All For One



All for one, one for all
If we all join hands, we'll make a wall

All for one, one for all
If we all join hands, we'll make a wall

All for one, one for all
If we all join hands, we'll make a wall

Inside of me, ferality
In harmony, all designed to be
The mystery, all eyes to see
Chemistry, all one family

All for one, one for all
If we take a stand, we shall not fall

Inside of me, ferality
In harmony, all designed to be
The mystery, all eyes to see
Chemistry, all one family

Beside of me, all over me
Behind of me, right in front of me
Inside of me, ferality
In harmony, all one family

Inside of me, ferality
In harmony, all designed to be
The mystery, all eyes to see
Chemistry, all one family

All for one, one for all
If we all join hands, we'll make a wall


Lyrics by:

Music by:

Written:

Personnel:
John Squire (guitar)
Ian Brown (vocals)
Gary Mounfield (bass)
Alan Wren (drums, backing vocals)

Producer:
Paul Epworth

Engineer:

Format:
Released 12th May 2016:
All For One (EMI, MP3 digital download)

Released 30th June 2016:
All For One (EMI, Y4CDRO01, CD single)
All For One (EMI, Y4LPRO01, 7" vinyl single)

UK chart details:
#17 (UK Singles Chart)

Also available on:

First live performance:
Victoria Theatre, Halifax (7th June 2016)

Artwork details:

Details:

Top: The usual array of bootlickers and sycophants were on standby for the release date to shore up this clattering mess. Having exhausted the contents of Rick Witter's brain earlier that day, Sky News probed music head Stephen Budd for his thoughts on the new single. Opening with all the gravity of someone recalling the Kennedy assassination ("I heard it when it came out at 8 o'clock this evening and I was sat in a cafe and I stuck my headphones on..."), this next level prick is at pains to convey that the new material is 'just like the old stuff'. He immediately gushes about being "transported back to 1995". I'm sorry, you were what ? You were transported back to a time when the Roses were a touring Led Zeppelin tribute act ? This release, we are told from on high, is not just a good song. Nor is it a really good song. It's "a really, really good song." This is "classic Stone Roses" according to this try-hard. "It sounds like it could have been the pop single on the first Stone Roses album." You've just jumped back another six years here fella. Apparently it's 1989 all over again, so time to dust the cobwebs off that communal bong, light up and let's all enjoy. Sadly, I am not feeling any of the headrush of acid house's second summer of love and for that reason, I'm out. I'll tell you what I think this sounds like. Generic indie landfill music. It sounds like Squid Lord crossed with Dogtanian and the Three Muskehounds. It sounds like a band who suddenly remembered they've booked studio time. This sounds more like a reheated Seahorses b-side with Ian Brown on vox, than genuine Stone Roses. Melodically hackneyed with an irritating undercurrent of dadrock running right through it. I reckon that if you had played this on a tape deck to Ian Brown in 1989, he would have promptly laughed you out of the room. Of such span has the gestation of this track been, that the England riots liberal lock-on of its lyrical hook has formed an unintentional Trump anthem. Paul Epworth is "a really happening current producer", and therefore it must be great, goes Budd's logic. Whilst in the process of an Eartha Kitt on the Rick Witter, the excrement you produce is both "current" and "really happening". It's still shit. Laughably, Budd adds with an air of desperation that "Epworth is working with many of the greats, including Adele." Oh, well that's me convinced then.
Bottom: Even the very look of this cheese-fest comeback shot is all over the place. There's more discordance going on in the fashion stakes here than a hastily assembled Village People tribute act. It's like a new cast members publicity shot for Family Affairs. Ian looks like he's about to nip to the shops for a pint of milk, while Mani seems all set for a Jack Wild themed fancy dress party. And you just know that some postural effort was expended so as not to obscure that Adidas logo.

No video, no b-sides and a Microsoft Paint standard artwork cover. Lessons not learned.

A heavy-footed over-produced horrific soup from The Quo Roses. It's like The Seahorses, but somehow worse.

All For One cover.


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