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1991 was probably the last year David Gedge could make songs called “Suck,” “Octopussy,” and “Fleshworld” more about love than sex. But no matter how explicit he got later, he’s never been clearer—or louder—about what’s on his mind. That ain’t the Steve Albini production, folks; that’s heartbreak. —Leonard Roberge