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posted by davidt
on Friday September 20 2002, @03:30AM
Bart sends:
A long-lasting love affair rekindled
(The Telegraph, Filed: 19/09/2002)
David Cheal reviews Morrissey at the Albert Hall
Every so often, Morrissey pops back to the old country
from his adopted home in California to commune with
his British fans.
Rare visitor: Morrissey
It's a tribute to the enduring bond that exists
between the be-quiffed Manchester-born singer and his
followers that he is still able to pack the Albert
Hall for two nights despite the fact that he hasn't
released a new record for five years.
On this, the first of those two shows, the fans gave
no indication that they were disappointed by the
90-minute set delivered by Morrissey and his sprightly
four-piece band.
But there was none of the seething tumult that has
accompanied his appearances in the past; hardly anyone
screamed, and the usual stream of stage-invaders -
those entirely benign creatures who are bent on
nothing more sinister than cuddling their idol - was
reduced to a mere trickle. Perhaps his fans are just
getting too old for that kind of thing.
The songs were drawn almost entirely from Morrissey's
career as a solo artist, with a few new tunes thrown
in, the best of which was a swirling thing called The
First of the Gang to Die. (A new album is rumoured to
be in the pipeline, but don't hold your breath.)
There was also a fabulous rendition of that glorious
song about the excruciating dullness of "the seaside
town they forgot to bomb", Everyday is Like Sunday. In
between, Morrissey displayed none of the truculence of
which a High Court judge once complained when he was a
witness in a case involving royalties from his former
band, the Smiths.
He chatted loquaciously and wittily and had a gentle
dig at the crowd for not cheering the new stuff loudly
enough. All good fun, but hardly earth-shattering.
What people wanted, of course, and what they knew in
their heart of hearts they weren't going to get, was a
wall-to-wall celebration of Smiths songs.
Morrissey did, however, dig out There is a Light That
Never Goes Out (from The Queen is Dead) for the
solitary encore, at the end of which he took his shirt
off, chucked it into the crowd and sprinted off stage
for the last time.
Suddenly, the place came alive. We had seen more
excitement in the last five minutes than in the whole
of the rest of the show.
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Anonymous
-- Friday September 20 2002, @05:05AM
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Journalists who are deaf...
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telegraph phsycopath
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I think your light might have gone out !!!!
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