I hate Scott Walker’s The Rope and the Colt. There, I said it. It doesn’t bear any relation to Cemetery Without Crosses whatsoever. “Oooh-Wap! Oooh-Wap!” It sounds like the sort of rubbish you’d find in a cinema at the intermission in the seventies. “Try our ice cream, on sale in the foyer now! Oooh-wap! Oooh-Wap!”