The Smiths
The ethics of posthumous pop albums
‘At the record company meeting/ On their hands – at last! – a dead star!’ Back when Morrissey was more…
Morrissey remastered
Many of us who grew up loving the Smiths have rather shelved that affection in recent years. Many of us,…
The truth about me, Dave and the drugs
This week I woke up shocked to find myself on the front page of the Daily Mail. Apparently I’m the…
Trivial moaning
There is much to be said for Schadenfreude. (If it was edible, it would be a meal in a very…
This charmless man
The sad end of the Morrissey myth
‘I shall surely sing’
A few weeks ago, I was wandering with a friend around West London when our conversation turned to the reliable…
