The first pressing of the Constantines' self-titled debut released in 2001 was fittingly packaged so that, upon opening the red
cardstock booklet, you'dfind a single strike-anywhere match. In an effort to not ruin the beauty and poignancy of a thing with a
guided tour of its finer points andimplications, suffice it to say that if your relationship with rock and roll is not fundamentally a
quest for fire (elemental, transformative, consuming),you've utterly missed the point.
