Morrissey’s Latest Is His Most - The Federalist

"Morrissey’s Latest Is His Most - The Federalist
By David Marcus

The master of mope is back at it and his latest is close to his best.

Last week, the almost-cancelled 1980’s, 90’s, and now’s alt-music star Morrissey dropped a new single. It somehow manages to be a complete surprise while fitting onto his oeuvre like a glove. “Love Is On Its Way Out” is the most Morrissey of Morrissey song titles. He is almost mocking his own maudlin tendencies, but inside this song there is a lot to think about.

The song begins with its title, and Morrissey matter of factly explains that love is on its way out. It’s tired, it’s done, it’s over. Throughout his career Morrissey has taken a skeptical view of love. Usually he expresses that he is not worthy of it. In songs like “I Want The One I Can’t Have,” Morrissey paints himself as un-lovable, the title of another of his songs.

The bizarre joke about Morrissey has always been that his fans think he’s super hot with his strong jaw and erect puff of black hair, yet he paints himself as a grotesque gargoyle. This tension has worked its way throughout his entire time in the spotlight. Johnny Carson, the most affable and bright guy on TV, often admitted he was hopelessly shy, what we saw was deflection. So it is with Morrissey.

Love is on its way out. It doesn’t seem like any specific love. This isn’t a break-up, yet. This is love generally. It moves into kids being victims of war and the “sad rich” killing elephants and lions. Quick note here that big-game hunting actually provides considerable funding for conservation, but, setting that on one side: Morrissey is talking about love leaving the world.

Might we wonder if this is true? Is love leaving the world? Do we just hate each other now? Do we refuse to shake hands and rip up speeches? Do we glare at the enemy with glowing animosity? We often do. We probably have a problem.

The song is unique for Morrissey, as it not guitar-driven. Moz has been blessed with absurd guitar talent. As front man for the Smiths, he sang alongside Johnny Marr, a master of the Rickenbacker with no rival. Since going solo, Morrissey has crooned above Boz Boorer, a more workmanlike version of Marr but with his own magic.

But not on this track. The backing here is almost purely electronic. It’s a synth pop style that feels foreign to Morrissey, who at the end of the day, even though it seems weird, is more a rock star than a pop star. But his voice rises above the digital beats as usual, a little bored, a little distracted, until the end.

After, I don’t know, a harpsichord solo? Flush with vague soprano flourishes, the song launches into its coda. And the guitars are back. The niche pop Morrissey tune is suddenly a severe and meaningful one. He’s not joking now. He asks that before love goes, before it makes its bow and exit that someone, we never know who, take the time to show him what its like. As much actor as singer as he always is, he begs. The song turns.

“Take time, be mine and gaze with fondness on the wrong one.” It’s Morrissey understanding his entire philosophy. One based in simple moments that don’t come often enough. A look across a table that makes you think you have value. But also the recognition that you can never truly be what people want you to be.

I had a wonderful history teacher in high school named Don Kawash who was also a professional ragtime piano player. One day I had lunch with him, when he was in his 60s. He said, “David, when I was 25 I could hit any note, but I didn’t know what they meant. Now I know what they mean but I can’t hit them all.” Morrissey knows what the notes mean now and he’s hitting them. This is no retro act; he is making some of his very best music."

https://thefederalist.com/2020/02/07/morrisseys-latest-is-his-most/
 
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This post must be by someone, who listens to WPINOYB, LIHS, Bobby & Love out on a regular basis. He dislikes former Ultras and has too much time on his hands, so he creates files about still interested ex-fans. My guess: An obssesiv member of Morrissey's Angels. Get a life...like I do with me mum.

No, you have no life. You sit in your demented space viewing a Morrissey fan site clinging on to the dim & distant past hoping for the day when Moz writes something along the lines of the old stuff.

You're basically, a low intellect, ageing, sad little c***, waste of space who needs Moz's words to help you through your 'life' bcos you just can't cope without the lyrics & meaning which Moz provided for you.

Think about that for a minute. What a compete & utter sad state you are in.

Grow the f*** up you retard & go out & get a job in the real world, & stop spending your life in dreamland.
 
That's rude but typical for an anonymous coward. People like you formed the recent fanbase but aren't strong enough to sell out 4 european venues without the old fans, who know that the new Moz is a pale shadow compared to his heydays. You must please remember...
 
That's rude but typical for an anonymous coward. People like you formed the recent fanbase but aren't strong enough to sell out 4 european venues without the old fans, who know that the new Moz is a pale shadow compared to his heydays. You must please remember...

People like you need rudeness from time to time to wake you up & help shake you out of the dreamland illness which you have. I'm trying to do you a favour if you could but see.

For all intents & purposes, you, yourself, are anonymous, if you only had the brains to work it out.

Is your fist name Phranc? No.
Surname Open? No, I didn't think so.
So fact is, you're as much of a coward as you accuse me of being with your fake name, so don't try & pull that juvenile school playground shit on me.

Oh and please spare me the new fans vs the old 'ultra' fans shit. I really don't care if Moz sells venues out or not, that's his problem, not mine, he's the artist, I'm not. I love his music, he'll keep making it, I'll keep listening, but I'm not hysterical about him. I don't lose sleep about him, unlike some, & I have no influence on the selling of venue tickets.

If you don't want to support him because he 'doesn't speak to me like he did back in the 80s' :rolleyes:, then f*** off elsewhere & find someone who does speak to you (try Madonna or something more up your street like Phyllis Schofield) & stop whining yourself silly on here. I don't need to "please remember" anything, least of all anything which you might wish to remind me of.

Grow up, you're supposed to be an adult now aren't you? You're 50+, single, your Ma is 79 & is probably wishing you'd left home some 30+ years ago, & even she knows all this immature fanbase this and fanbase that, is not a good look on you.

Jeeezzus wept, just go outside for a few minutes & do a reality check on your life.
 
Grow up, you're supposed to be an adult now aren't you? You're 50+, single, your Ma is 79 & is probably wishing you'd left home some 30+ years ago...
Unfortunately, this is me. Exactly to a "T." Except that it is not my Ma but my Pa. :cry:
 
Wow, what a belter! Some ruff stuff again. These are pretty good approaches you're making here. You really build yourself up, use strong language and so on. But it is not nice that you emphasize the living situation with my mother and the missing job opportunities. Life is hard enough when you belong here. Anyway, your shirt-sleeved manner is refreshing and so beautiful English. But you won't prevent me from openly saying, that almost every new Morrissey release since about 2014 misses some glamour and consistency. Why the hell do you criticize people who are fed up after 30 years and rub it in the faces of those who have their hips turned to latino sounds, pseudo electronic and wacky lyrics. Morrissey used to be something special, now it's a freak show! You should know better if you've been around much longer. Otherwise, shut the f*** up!
 
Wow, what a belter! Some ruff stuff again. These are pretty good approaches you're making here. You really build yourself up, use strong language and so on. But it is not nice that you emphasize the living situation with my mother and the missing job opportunities. Life is hard enough when you belong here. Anyway, your shirt-sleeved manner is refreshing and so beautiful English. But you won't prevent me from openly saying, that almost every new Morrissey release since about 2014 misses some glamour and consistency. Why the hell do you criticize people who are fed up after 30 years and rub it in the faces of those who have their hips turned to latino sounds, pseudo electronic and wacky lyrics. Morrissey used to be something special, now it's a freak show! You should know better if you've been around much longer. Otherwise, shut the f*** up!

I get why you're angry.
It's because you've been told the harsh truth. Telling you all that you never wanted to know. Deal with it.
When you have to use expletives, you know you've lost.
I do know better than you. You're weak. Time for you to make a change & move on.
Take up an outside hobby. It'll help with your mental health. This is free advice.
 
I get why you're angry.
It's because you've been told the harsh truth. Telling you all that you never wanted to know. Deal with it.
When you have to use expletives, you know you've lost.
I do know better than you. You're weak. Time for you to make a change & move on.
Take up an outside hobby. It'll help with your mental health. This is free advice.

Your cover's crumbling. My hatred makes you weak. You use much less hate because my hate pierces you. Whoever reproaches others or prescribes, that they cannot clearly say here, that the development of the artist Morrissey is not a positive one, need not be surprised if your English Spitfire gets sifted through. My mother has advised me to turn down but I'm not going to do it. Anonymous call, a poison pen: BE WARNED, Little Pukey from Dover.
 
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