‘Don’t rake up my mistakes. I know exactly what they are…’
Vauxhall and I. Made Morrissey make sense, entirely, for the first time, for me, separately from The Smiths (because The Smiths only made sense as Morrissey/Marr).
Briefly. Gloriously. Complete.
And now I hear echoes of 1994, and the way hope is contained in sadness, and loss is contained within joy, and endings are contained within beginnings, and the way the music and the words of that album summed up that feeling precisely.
And then they catch ‘im, and they say ‘e’s mental…
(I saw some great live vids of this song being performed but the fans jumping on stage to grab a bit of Moz got on my nerves, and the sound quality wasn’t great so I went for the album version instead. It was the album and its purity I fell in love with/to, after all…)