In a sense, Charlie Manning has come full circle. He’d probably cringe at the suggestion, mind. He’s not really one for going too deep on stuff. That kind of self-reflection seems to touch a nerve, instinctively setting off a finely-tuned radar for bullshit. “I don’t like the way some musicians are quite pious,” he argues. “It’s important not to get too wrapped up in your own shit. At the end of the day, you’re just a fucking bloke. Know what I mean?” But it does feel like the Chubby And The Gang man has ended up in a somewhat inevitable spot. Right now, he’s effectively a one-man gang, having done everything on the 16 songs of new record And Then There Was… himself, save for mixing by James Atkinson and production by Fucked Up drummer Jonah Falco. ...