A band I was never quite sure what to make of. Prolapse were from Leicester (though you'd never know it from Mick Derrick's thick Glasgow accent) and made music that could generally be summed up as "post-punk", although they fell between that genre's initial heyday and its 21st century revival. Which probably explains why nobody else really knew what to make of them, either. In fairness, though, they pushed the envelope of even as elastic a genre as that one - as you can hear from this song, which is really just a piece of manic pop. Very manic.
If you don't know what their name means, incidentally, don't ask. Just don't.
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