“For Dury, truths can be sometimes dark, sometimes tragic, sometimes humiliating but that’s no reason for everybody to be glum about it. Dury’s tra la la allegiance is clearly to the interplay of darkness and light, his music and lyrics consistently, playfully, deviating from each other in much the same way somebody long ago came up with the idea of whistling while passing a graveyard, of too wide smiles beneath eyes filled with sad resignation, of lilies on coffins.”