Kid's A Looker? This song is headed straight for the Top 10!
Top 10 most ridiculous lyrics the supposed 'poet' Morrissey has ever allowed to escape from his increasingly splenetic poison pen. The career car-crash continues and one can only hope for a real one that renders him incapable of scrawling such drivel and then 'singing' it. Bieber's A Looker and Morrissey's a Bitter Fc-Uker.
For a man in advanced middle-age to be bitterly, incoherently and inelegantly complaining about 'the star maker machinery behind the popular song' would be troublesomely risible enough: but the depths of arrogance and self-delusion presented here appear to have no boundaries. It is Morrissey who is increasingly becoming the 'nonsense non-star'. A motorway pile-up preventing any further releases would be 'very sad' but would at least protect everyone's 'sunk investment' in his back catalogue being totally trashed by more drivel like this. Morrissey traded on his troubled relationship with his youthful reflection in the mirror: it does not become him to write such a banal tract as it could easily be interpreted as his own failure to realise what's happening to the fading picture in his own 'existential attic' whilst envying young folk their glowing beauty.....
Morrissey erroneously believes he can still eulogise his childhood infatuations with 'pop' as clever, knowing and worthwhile whilst he howls this illiterate disdain towards the baffled, indifferent kids of today. Kids like mine who want to know why fabled Grandad Morrissey isn't sensibly sticking to musing on mortality like that Leonard Cohen guy did at The Big Chill. In Morrissey's bizarre solipsism Tin Pan Alley was a refuge for the pre-cursors to his 'Intelligent Emo Pop': the only 'real pop', which Morrissey alone can reliably decipher for the 'crass consumer' herd and then direct their purchasing choices towards......him! Never mind your silly lists on Spotify and LastFM, Morrissey will fax you his obtuse, paranoid cultural choices and you will genuflect before his very own psuedo-'intellectual' crass-consumer 'pop cult'.
Unless, of course, you still have a functioning brain and instead decide to throw him an Emporor's New Clothes t-shirt to wear instead of his perfumed designer trash. He is as boring as any prog-rock OGWT presenter ever was in his vapid insistence that his cultural curations are vital and not 'silly' like the teenage girls loving ABBA and BCR. Or Bieber or One Direction.
The children and teenagers enjoying Bieber are merely 'crass consumers' for not worshipping at the altar of the 'real Pop Idol': Morrissey. No, they should go and spend £50 to squint at a 'star' too mean to even pay for side-screens at his recent National Concert For Cult Unity. What feet of clay this 'idol' has revealed in his late-career disintegration / self-destruct mode! The music is the usual leaden thump of exhausted male-pattern baldness Dad-rock.
The fact that Ella Henderson appeared on our UK X-Factor radar screen this weekend is deeply satisfying: Her debut composition and performance says so much more about life than Morrissey has managed for many, many years.
Scandinavia and AIMMN continue the i am/am not asexual/sexually active 'tease' which has now descended to the level of watching a late middle-aged stripper in the back room of a pub. Desperate and sad. Look, Moz, if you're snapping on a rubber now and then with anyone for pleasure or romance: good luck to you! But no one really cares about the dysfunctional has-been possibly gay/bi drunk uncle at the wedding/Xmas party anymore. It's getting kind of.......tired. AIMMN is actually a plausible addition to the canon with a lovely melody and a vocal not disfigured by 'haters gonna hate' bile. It would make a good 3rd single after another two IBEH/FOTGTD Clash-riff rip-offs. But those Clash riff rip-offs don't seem to have been written for any potential next episode...
Scandinavia may not be autobiographical, may be some '3rd person' attempt to comment on Strindberg, Bergman, Ibsen, IKEA, Death Metal or any other number of scandalous Scandi cultural signifiers, but who now cares? In the pre-WWW days, Morrissey's OCD curation of deleted and ignored cultural artefacts was fascinating, even if, for those of us in the know, it was a bit of a boring re-hash of the 'Bowie-Ferry LP sleeve in the 1972 school playground' trope. Now, he's just a blogger who can't actually blog and can't hack social media. And can't write lyrics to match his perfectly presentable and occasionally deeply moving singing voice.
PATSE is the usual anodyne misanthrope-lite with an obtuse interjection presumably attempting to say 'our Creator' should have prevented social-status obsessed primates like Morrissey coming into being and stopped evolution with cats as the pinnacle. Fair enough, but hardly an articulate denunciation of species-ism. And the Status QuOasis pub-rock riff is surely ironic? Probably not!
A decent producer and a friend would say "these demos are just not good enough", not be an enabler of meretricious mediocrity.
Morrissey's spiteful words about Bowie and Elton and everyone else come back to haunt him. What goes around comes around. He has become the joke in the pleather trousers who needs to either get his arse to songwriter boot camp or Get Off Of The Stage. Press erase on these demos except for AIMMN. Begin again with 'Arthounds' as a plausible storyboard/reference for inspiration. Rinse and repeat. And be profoundly grateful no one is prepared to release these mostly disgraceful demos which threaten to trash the credibility of an erratic but still hugely rewarding Solo-back catalogue.
I very much doubt these demos will create a 'buzz' on YouTube or anywhere else other than this site: a managed-care facility for cult casualties. Social Networking for Social Narcissists. If Morrissey was smart and savvy, he'd pay what it takes to purchase this domain name then archive this asylum. Take it on the chin, just like he could have taken the drummer/bass lawnmower contract debacles on the chin. Drop the catty arrogance as he really doesn't have the chops to back it up. S'funny how the trolls and flamers here all conspire to protect their 'sunk investment' in the Myth of Morrissey, furiously policing typos and grammar rather than face the fact that their 'hero/cult leader' is turning into possibly the biggest prat on the planet: as they are too if they follow him on this path to destruction. The meltdown continues:
'And finally, the voice of common sense issues forth once more from Morrissey, who increasingly seems less like the bloke out of the Smiths than rock music's answer to an internet troll: baz27 armed with a quiff and a microphone. This time he introduced the song Meat is Murder by claiming the Norwegian massacre was "nothing" compared to what happens in McDonald's every day. "Morrissey has decided not to comment any further," added a spokesman, "as he believes his statement speaks for itself," which it certainly does. Rumours he introduced How Soon Is Now with the words "LOL U all suck ballz but not as much as your mum did last night ROFL" remain unconfirmed. '
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandst.../morrissey-likens-mcdonalds-norwegian-attacks
Now, back to Ella Henderson!
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pps: everyone's still on 'Ignore List'. Without exception. 4EVVA! lol!