A friend of mine wore a Morissey T-Shirt awhile back, sparking a conversation about music that lasted well over 2 hours. I stopped short of confessing that I had barely ever listened to The Smiths (or Morissey’s solo stuff). Given the conversation my friend and I had, I decided it was time I broadened my horizons and picked up the recently released Smiths compilation.
Usually when I say of a band or album that it’s the kind of thing I need to hear more than once to understand, it means I wasn’t a fan of it. I liked The Smiths…the 23 songs I heard anyway. But The Smiths are something I need to hear more than once to understand. The music is poppy, entertaining, and alluring, but there’s something vaguely melancholy in the music in spite of it. It probably has something to do with Morrissey’s brilliant falsetto and heartfelt lyrics. Granted, I only understood about a third of the words to any given track on the record, but it left me wanting more. And in a good way. I can’t even make a call as to which track is my favorite, because they all left the same kind of impact that I need another listen to decide what really sticks. So in closing, if you’re like me and have never gotten around to listening to The Smiths, go take care of that problem.
==TJ==
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Morrissey gets under my skin.
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