Morrissey is 50! And his music style has finally reached the 1990s. Either that or he has found the Paxil. “Something Is Squeezing My Skull” has great hooks and artificially raises my expectations. It almost doesn’t sound like him.
The lyrics are mixed pretty high on this album, which is great when Morrissey has something to say. “I’m Throwing My Arms Around Paris” reminds me of Squeeze. I guess he isn’t always in the 1990s, then, but he definitely has embraced the post-grunge sound. There must be a cover of a Breeders song on here somewhere.
“All You Need Is Me” is a bit flat. Sometimes Morrissey tries to be a little too normal, and it’s just not fooling anyone. You don’t have to be depressed all the time, but you do need to have emotion in your songs.
“When I Last Spoke to Carol” has the same guitar as “Suedehead.” I guess when you have been around as long as he has, you’re bound to repeat some things.
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