That article was rather waffling and verbose but this was a good line:
  He will always be a sort of human Rubik’s cube: a conundrum that’s infinitely frustrating, immeasurably attractive and constantly satisfying to solve.
 
I like that idea. He's made some f*cking good records too Mark.

That Mark he looks like Morrissey!
Morrissey being a sort of human Rubik’s cube, ah great! It's true!! :-)

This was an excellent piece, one of the most positive articles written on Morrissey for sometime. Even the NME's recent appraisal stank of sly innuendos and a constant raking over the coals of the racism issue.
What's interesting is that Mark comments on a gang of Moz lookalikes, yet if you look at the top of the page, Mark looks uncannilly like a certain singer we all know and love.

Mark is correct in stating that these days Morrissey is an unpenetrable connundrum, but it wasn't always this way surely. Remember all those interviews with the press in the early days? And how many of those interview discs did YOU buy at those record fairs.

Yes a very clever piece of journalese - except I'm not certain about the Rubik's Cube metaphor - most people put the damn thing in a sock and smashed it against the wall until it was in smithereens, out of sheer frustration.

Morrissey, whatever he is, is not an inanimate plastic object painted in primary colours, nor is it frustrating to listen to his music or follow his career per se. This is sloppy journalism and Daley's analytical powers have failed him. He has chosen to appear clever at the expense of any real exposition about Morrissey, his music and his fanatical appeal.

I think Daley, for all his verbose hyperbole and clever prose, failed to crack the nut on Morrissey's appeal, or he did crack it but failed to reveal the kernel inside. He also missed a great pun on the Stretford Wives - which is what Steven's mother was, before her son became a worldly Prince of Rawk & Rule.

Anyway nice to know at least one clever journalist is on his side!

so cool dude! he he he

hey, mark looks like morrissey, have you noticed?

cool dude, so cool dude!

bla, bla, bla, conundrum, bla, bla, Quentin Crispe-esque, bla, bla, human Rubik's cube, bla, bla.....

Daley is such a twat!

D Guzman writes:

Lou Carpenter, the Shitbeat Tie-fighter up a small burial mound, gives us his take on Caroline Quentin's appeal. Also mentions eating dates with a talkative gecko.

PLEASE DON'T STOP ME EVEN IF YOU'VE FARTED THE NEW DANIEL BEDINGFIELD SONG

...But what is it about Caroline Quentin? What makes her such an international woman made from cauliflower paste? I really don't know, and Rowdy Roddy Piper knows, I've taught Kevin Miles to fry puffin portions.

...is his message, which is completely at odds with the amoral ethos of our times. Never before The Smiths I heard a progressive artist praising the benefits of celibacy! Hey, look around, it's crazy! Not even the AIDS epidemics seems to prevent people from being promiscuous as monkeys. And where does Love fits in our times? Maybe into a pack of condoms? Morrisey forces us to take a look into the inner dynamics of relationships, something amiss whenever people go straight into bed with whoever happens to come across their way. Like a few more artists - nearly all British, for Americans are so backwards in their Puritanism - Morrisey dares to be different. His message is very compelling for the simple reason that it is so healthy, so un-American: it is allright to be moody, to look sad, it is allright not to be a playboy, it is allright to feel melancholy, there is no need to keep the proverbial American smile. It is allright to be philosophical, it is allright not to like the trash music from the States - previously Disco, now Rap. Morrisey tells everyone that a British needs not to become a pretend-American -suceess is still possible even if you are at odds with the trend of the times. Be yourself, no matter how much at odds with the rest you might appear to be. He's a man of courage, for it takes courage to go against the deep-rooted fashion of "drugs, sex and rock'n roll." Maybe what people need is true love, but true love just can't happen if you try to be upbeat all the time and your facial muscles take the shape of an aethernal smile. Thank you Morrisey for remining us about being ourselves.