Read it this morning. Apologies for not scanning it, but the review is by Roy Wilkinson (name rings a bell, veteran journeyman hack, possibly ex-NME). Reads like more of a 3/5 verdict than the Q review, and as mentioned before, it's incredibly smart-arsey (with the emphasis more on arse than smart). He seems to have a Stalin fetish, comparing Moz to Uncle Joe at least 3 times in the course of a very short review.
Overview is 'chugging along', Moz ploughing the same old, same old furrow.
Aint it funny but, that when 'peers' like Mojo cover star Nick Cave return to the same old themes again and again they are venerated and celebrated, (I can't recall the last time any British music publication put up such a hagiographic wank-piece on Moz as 'Mojo' have on Cave this month), but when Morrissey explores timeless themes, it's like 'change the record, love'. Throw in some old-testamentalism, heroin and blatant misogyny and these middle-class hacks will wet themselves.
As hard as Mr.Wilkinson must have worked on his review, I'm sure, it still wasn't as intellectually fascinating to me as the new photograph accompanying it, in which Morrissey sits alone on a roadside kerb, wearing a handsome watch on each wrist !