The four Smiths albums plus Morrissey’s first four solo records make up the universe of my appreciation for him and the band. I listened to his next couple of releases with diminishing enthusiasm, and jumped off the bandwagon entirely by the mid-2000’s. I’m surprised to see that Morrissey released his 13th (!) solo album just this year.
The song, about a brief fling that leads to an unwelcome obsession, wound up charting higher than any song The Smiths ever released, and higher than any song Morrissey would ever release as a solo artist.
Morrissey kicked off a successful solo career following the disbanding of The Smiths in 1987. He has released 11 albums in the three decades since, though the most interesting output came during the late 80s through mid 90s.
For my money, his best solo albums are his 1988 debut, Viva Hate, and his third album, 1992’s Your Arsenal, easily his best work. Sandwiched between them was 1991’s Kill Uncle, an oddly endearing record that I rank as my #9 album of 1991.
Morrissey is a glutton for punishment. I don’t mean that his lyrics are full of him wallowing in misery, though that’s certainly true, too. I mean that he keeps popping up on Random iTunes Weekends despite the fact that I am the only fan of his who reads this blog.
Today’s track is the ninth Random Weekend appearance by Morrissey, and that doesn’t count anything by The Smiths. Continue reading
Entering our third week of Montauk Madness, ten first round mathcups have been posted with 22 to go. I’ll leave all of the polls open for the duration of this round to pick up any stragglers. All of the Round One matchups can be accessed here.
The seeding in this tournament was determined randomly, and it’s fun to see the interesting pairings that result. Today’s battle, for example, is a showdown between depressed whiners Adam Duritz and Morrissey — specifically Counting Crows vs. Morrissey’s work as a solo artist.