One of the raft of 80s British post-punk classics for which I fell completely and unreservedly during that heady transitional time around the tail end of high school and early uni (the other really key artists being the Cure, the Smiths and Joy Division), the song’s dramatic, occluded, unselfconsciously romantic swirl continues to stand up amazingly well as the years roll on. For all of its pretensions, there’s also always been a mystery and an urgency to “The Killing Moon”, and those aspects remain undimmed all these years on. In a word, grand…or maybe ‘grandiose’ — it doesn’t matter, for the magic remains the same.