By the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus
David Sylvian: Blonde On Blonde by Don Watson, New Musical Express, 23 August 1986 TWO YOUNG men, once blond, face one another and indulge in the absurd activity of taking music seriously. “Almost too seriously,” says David Sylvian. The corners of a fine thin mouth twitch, downwards. Is that...
Where in the ’70s and early ’80s [Sylvian] seemed to go with the flow, riding the cultural currents quite effectively, he now seems to be, like all truly hip people, working against the current. As the late ’80s descend into a travesty of frivolity and defensive irony, Sylvian has the nerve to be serious, the realism to acknowledge that it doesn’t matter all that much, and the application to learn something. Unlike prissy Miss Morrissey, who embodies some of the same qualities, he also thankfully realises that the drama queen is dead. To proclaim the cultural bankruptcy of today is to state the obvious, to subvert it is another matter. Morrissey seems incapable of deciding what to do, Sylvian has already decided.
Having been listening to David Sylvian for even longer than I have Morrissey, I think it's the first time I've ever read a comparison between the two.