Bloody useless G***s

So, thanks to a boring and wet Sunday afternoon and the wonders of the internet, I'm listening to a dubious quality bootleg of The Sisters of Mercy, recorded at some obscure place in the US last weekend. Their last proper album was released in 1990. So in the past 15 and a bit years, they seem to have managed the following things, most of which are just plain wrong...

1. Record 1 new song and re-record 2 old songs when they should have been recording a new album.
2. Write half a dozen new songs, only a couple of which are any good. Forget to record them due to record company shennanigans, or something.
3. Continually play live at smaller and smaller venues. Currently playing in venues about 5% of the size they were 15 years ago.
   
4. Forget how to sing. Shouting a bit and applying lots of echo to the vocals does not disguise the fact that Mr Eldritch has forgotten a fairly important part of the whole experience.
5. Discovered how to add annoying squealy guitars to songs that didn't previously have annoying squealy guitars.
6. Decided not to cover completely inappropriate songs any more. But then, after "He's got the whole world in his hands" at the Reading festival (in 91?), what could he pick next?
7. Go blond and then shave all his hair off. And wear dubious shirts.

While the idea of seeing them in a tiny little venue sounds good, I don't think I'll bother.