I love the nearly ubiquitous hate for I'm Not a Man, which with each listen I'm convinced is the best song on the album, in all its 7plusminutes-glory.
A point too generous, but a great review. Good to see some balance against the tsunami of critics who clearly just had it onin the background whole doing something more interesting.
It's the classic track of the album, I think.
Alternately, they liked it. As many do. It seems to pain you that the reaction has been so overwhelmingly positive, more so than any release in the internet era. Almost as if you have created a profile on a singer's unofficial website just to troll an album you don't like. Seems like a strange sort who would do that to me. I'd rather post on things I did like. I hate 99.9% of acts in the charts. Hence I don't post about them. Anywhere.
Here's an idea - instead of trying to pounce on everything I write and put me down as a troll, consider the possibility I might love everything The Smiths did and most of what Morrissey did up until a certain point of his solo career, and that my posting those thoughts here might therefore be just as valid as yours. If the scope of this is lost on you at present, perhaps stop for a second, step back and be mindful of the whole picture rather than just your own brushstrokes.
Here's an idea - instead of trying to pounce on everything I write and put me down as a troll, consider the possibility I might love everything The Smiths did and most of what Morrissey did up until a certain point of his solo career, and that my posting those thoughts here might therefore be just as valid as yours. If the scope of this is lost on you at present, perhaps stop for a second, step back and be mindful of the whole picture rather than just your own brushstrokes.
Your behaviour is puzzling to say the least. You admit that from a certain point you can no longer like or enjoy songs from Morrissey. You made about 70 posts (practically the sum of postings of your profile) just to knock down Moz's recent material. I do not see what the purpose of your writing is. As others pointed out, you reviewed WPINOYB, explaining extensively what bothers you about it. Fine, but you repeat yourself in a loop. Again, what is your purpose? You know, Moz won't suddenly shelve out this album regardless of who may dislike it. Do you expect him to crawl up in an attic and die just because you cannot take any enjoyment from his writing?!
'Rubber Ring' was written especially for people like you. Cherish the songs you love and move on. Let go. The era of Viva Hate/ The Smiths had ended. The one who's too blind to see the whole picture is you: Moz writes about issues which interest HIM, writing in a manner which HE finds effective nowadays. He won't change his writing style back to Smiths style just to make some people happy. He does whatever HE likes.
Get it in your head dear, he doesn't owe you anything. Now re-read the line in italics 100 times, so you can finally comprehend how ridiculous you've become since the day you decided to share your 'pearls of wisdom'.
When critics are divided, the artist is in accord with himself, to paraphrase Wilde.
Moz didn't play it very safe this time, yet all Pitchfork can think to say about something like Smiler with Knife is that it glorifies ruffians.
The gap between the negativity spouted against this album and the joy I feel while listening to it could not be wider.
And yet you either haven't signed up to this forum yourself or haven't bothered to log in.
Why do I continue to bash the album so? Because I actively dislike it and wish it wasn't the case. I guess this forum is a form of therapy. And you wouldn't begrudge me that now, would you?
I've written in capital letters so you could get it in your head: Moz writes for himself. If someone has perceived Moz as God, it's been you, throwing your anguish and suffering on the shoulders of a pop singer, no less.P.s. Using capitals like HIM and HE makes it seem like you view Morrissey as God. Italics is fine.
Saying it 4 times doesn't make it more impactful.
The name Agharta sure means a lot to a whole bunch of people. Google is your friend.
Of course there's no age barrier to disappointment. However, whining endlessly due to a supposedly bad album isn't a behaviour expected of a person who hit puberty a few decades ago.No, I'm not 12, but age is no barrier to disappointment, as I'm sure we can all attest.
The therapy line was tongue in cheek, albeit a semi-truth. If you don't in some way find posting here therapeutic, why do it? You seem to be confusing professional therapy services with the more general sense of the word.
Ehm, it doesn't contradict what I said. He can write for himself and ask for recognition. Blinkered? Dear, if it's so "self-evident", why do you need therapy for the soul? It's getting rather embarrassing...No, of course Morrissey writes for himself, but don't be blinkered here - he has put that writing and his singing of the said on a collection of songs that has been marketed and sold around the world. Its not like he's burning the stuff once he's committed it to paper. He's an egoist on a grand scale and he craves approval. That much I would have thought self-evident.
Oh, the irony! But recycling your diatribe 70+ times is much more convincing, right?
You seem to suffer from reading comprehension problems. The name 'Agharta' means nada to people in regard to your postings. Your sense of entitlement is astounding. Do you really believe choosing the name 'Agharta' automatically helps your credibility as opposed to one choosing a trivial name? Your arguments are sinking rapidly like a speed boat in a maelstrom.
Of course there is no age barrier to disappointment. However, whining endlessly due to a supposedly bad album isn't a behaviour expected of a person who hit puberty a few decades ago.
Tongue in cheek? Your posts are devoid of humour and suffer from disproportionate dramatization.
I come posting here to discuss the man's work and appreciate his lyrics. You are the one who seem to be confused with what this site stands for. Therapeutic? Go join a support group where you can lash out against a pop singer who betrayed you, or relax in a spa. Morrissey-Solo is the last place to find solace.
Ehm, it doesn't contradict what I said. He can write for himself and ask for recognition. Blinkered? Dear, if it's so "self-evident", why do you need therapy for the soul? It's getting rather embarrassing...
Never mind - you clearly have your knickers in a twist over something, and no amount of rational discussion will help. You're over-reacting like a petulant child to my posts, but hey ho.
Can I ask that you don't call me 'dear' again though? It's rather patronising.