Wow, what a great guy. (Strong use of sarcasm here.) Why spend your life ripping apart wonderful music? If you don't like it, don't listen. Critics - humbug!

I think that says it all.

First of all Belle and Sebastian had/have several female members in their group.
And secondly I very much doubt that he invented the word 'saddo'.

I disagreed with most of what Swells wrote but perversely always read what he had scribed in the NME anyway. So he msut have been been quite good at his job.

No he wasnt a fan of dear ol Mozzer although he was rather infatuated..

http://www.philadelphiaweekly.com/arts-and-culture/big_mouth_strikes_again-38463039.html

Never heard of this commentator on the arts and general street culture.

Reading the article it gives the impression he spent his life savaging those whom were talented and creative and successful. Regardless of whether their art is to our taste or not - they enjoyed their vibrant, energetic careers and seemingly, continue to do so.

Jealousy does nothing but destroy.

Now that the guy's dead I'm not going to pretend I ever liked the man. I didn't know him but never thought much of his writing and the fact that his passing has gone under the radar speaks volumes of his contribution to music journalism. Nout!

...is that The Cunt Quantick is using his friend's obit to bash Moz (yet again); I don't think the subject disliked Moz. Yet another cheap and undignified shot, Quantick, you wanker.

I spotted Quantick in a London record shop a few months back and wanted to give him a split lip and a black eye. I didn't but I really regret it now!

He wrote a nasty article about Morrissey in Word Magazine last year. Morrissey sued them and won, and Word Magazine had to issue a public apology. Cry your eyes out, David Squashdick, you're still a loser.

Oh Dear. I see Big Mouth Strikes Again, he is back. I am having flashbacks when this idiot ripped Morrissey into a million pieces and I had to fight David Quandick along with all of the other anti-Morrissey pigs. Do these brain dead, incompetent, worthless infestations, do they ever learn. Apparently not. I mean the “enemy” managed to get themselves sued. What kind of “writers” manage to get themselves sued, when Morrissey has nothing to do with any of it. My God – you notice how he here utilized the word “awful”. Because in a court of law, to prove liable and slander, you have to prove “damages”. Notice, interestingly, this is why, David Quandick selected this particular word. Because, this way he knows that it is just an “opinion”. And in a court of law, in defamation suits, one has to provide “facts”.

Soooo this idiot is walking on eggshells and God knows, he should be walking on eggshells, because we all know how scared he is of bothering to get himself sued. He wants people to think that he is not scared of Morrissey, yes, he wants readers to think that he is not a coward. Whereby, all he is really proving, ironically is that he is one. Because, we all on these boards, cannot be convinced that he believes the gorgeous, most talented, intelligent man – whose name is Morrissey … we cannot be convinced that anything that comes out of his lying garbage infected sewer mouth, mouthpiece is worth anything.

The only thing that I can grasp from David Quandick’s, no amount of intelligence, writing skills. Well not really skills, because he has none. All I can conclude is that he is shivering, shaking, and just trying once again to show the world what a pathetic, spine of a jelly fish, dimensions – he was, is, and shall always be. I mean I’ll even say that other than the tape of the Jackson 5 that I brought to college … because I liked the song I Want You Back, so I could listen to it on the four and a half hour trip in my car … Michael Jackson’s lyrics, they were awful … in my opinion. Now the ‘ Jackson 5’, and Michael Jackson’s lyrics, ‘they’ were awful in ‘my opinion’.

How low do you have to go to use someone's obituary as a means of taking a swipe at someone else? Complete wanker!

go to hell!

it spells S-T-E-V-E-N P-U-S-H O-F-F ....oh you have ...well done !!

good riddance! but lets pour some concrete on the gravesite anyway to be sure

Surely that's a typo...surely it should be the Awesome Morrissey!

the history of music journalism.
Swells was actually an interesting, witty writer. But Quanticks is an utterly vile character.
totally unfunny, permanently sarcastic, like some dysfunctional, utterly twattish 15 year-old boy in the body of a fat, ugly 50-something with the most hideous accent in the history of the spoken word.
forced to apologise to Moz over his greatest hits 'review' article in Word, the man brings a new dimension to the word 'loser'!

Swells was fucking brilliant and hilariously funny, whether you disagreed with him or not. His savage wit will be missed immensely. He was the only reason for reading the nme in the late 90s/early 00s. Rage in Peace, Swells.

appreciates being called "awful" in someone else's obit.

It's quite an honor.

who?

It is generating a lot of nasty, ill-informed comments about someone who has recently died, and the whole article has nothinh to do with Morrissey.

When is David Quantick gonna die?

-RWRW

The first few sentences of the article say it all: he sets up a distinction between people who write about music for love and people who write about music to express their personalities, and dives enthusiastically at the latter. Much more enthusiastically than I imagine his subject would have, despite it all. I don't hate this Quantick prick because he hates Morrissey. I hate him because he's a boring egoist with a pulpit.

I recall writing a letter to NME 12 odd years ago, I requesting they get rid of that poisonous turd that was mocking my favorite artists - It was never printed.

For someone who spent the majority of their lifetime ripping apart music and attempting to corrupt young readers into channeling his warped view of the world, I find it quite apt that he suffered from a painful form of cancer. Death doesn't always take the good ones.

I thought I'd post this, which just about sums some of you up. Honestly wishing death by cancer on someone and spitting on their grave. LOVELY

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Morrissey Attack
By Steven Wells.

The television was the colour of a television tuned to really mental TV show about giant men in rubber suits ripping Japanese Defence Force F16s out of the sky while stomping on screaming salarymen like they were man shaped and flesh and suit and shoe coloured paper bags full of over-ripe loganberries.

“What you doing?” asked incredibly fit 23-year-old Afro-Saxon bodyguard Karen X.

“Blogging,” replied 48-year-old publishing sensation Steven Wells.

“What about?”

“This TV show,” said Wells, pointing at the 85 inch Sony Fuckoffatron suspended from the ceiling of his luxurious Tokyo penthouse suite by the wire guts of an Apache attack helicopter.

“That’s not a fucking TV show, you stupid old cunt!” snarled six-year-old Tracey Trotsky Spinoza Jones through a gob full of steroids as she swayed ever so slightly atop the exercise beam where she was practicing to win 18 golds for Team GB in the 2012 London Olympics.

“Nah, that’s real,” confirmed black super-tight cat-suit clad Karen X.

“Fuck me, really?” gasped Wells. “Giant fucking monsters stomping down-town Tokyo? That’s so fucking clichéd. That’s exactly the sort of lazy, half-arsed shit you’d expect some burnt-out hack to hammer out if he’d been asked to contribute a short story about Tokyo or something to a quasi-literary website and he’d forgotten about it and was now desperately churning something out just like the medical cocaine-crazed Robert Louis Stevenson on the day after his mad wife used the manuscript for Dr. Jekyl and Mister Hyde to light the kitchen fire.”

“You’re all doomed! Doomed I tell you!” screamed Neville Himmler, chairman of the International Fascist Brotherhood of Hyper-uncritical White Supremacist Morrissey Fans as he swung—gaffa-taped up like some obscene flesh piñata—by a titanium chain from the ceiling.

“Shut up!” barked Tracey Trotsky Spinoza Jones, spanking him in the head with a nail studded cricket stump. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

“Fuck it,” growled Wells.

“We’re on the 859th floor of the Tokyo Attack Towers—the hardest fucking building every built. A thousand fucking mad Muslim piloted jumbos packed with Anthrax, napalm and AIDS needles couldn’t dent this cunt!”

Just then a thousand mad Morrissey fan piloted jumbos packed with Anthrax, napalm and AIDS needles and BNP election leaflets crashed into all nine sides of Attack Towers Tokyo, bouncing off harmlessly but showering thousands of innocent geishas and sexy schoolgirls and salarymen and manga artists in the street below with disease and fascist propaganda.

“We’re under attack! Cool! This needs a soundtrack!” roared Wells, hitting a button on his remote that caused Guitar Wolf to pop out of the floor and perform a particularly splenetic version of ‘Jet Generation’.

Everybody pogoed for a bit. And then moshed. And then did a bit more pogoing.

“According to the news,” murmured super-sexy ninja-assassin Karen X, “downtown Tokyo is being stomped not by Godzilla and chums but by…”

There was an incredibly tense pause.

“A giant Rudolf Hess! And a David Irving! And a giant Morrissey!”

“But how do they know?” asked Tracey Trotsky Spinoza Jones. “I mean, how could they possibly tell them apart?”

“That’s not going to matter – when they’re tearing YOU apart!” grunted Morrissey fan club Fuhrer Neville Himmler through a face that looked like the alien out of the film Alien had taken a semi-sentient dump after a human head and face feast.

“He knows something!” snarled Wells.

“Talk!” commanded Tracey Trotsky Spinoza Jones, as she beat the spinning Morrissey fan piñata with her cricket stump.

“Yes, talk!” roared Wells and Karen X gleefully as they too picked up cricket stumps and whupped the screaming Morrissey fan upside his

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I didn't always agree with SW but he was always a laugh to read - seems to me he and old Moz are/were pretty similar really - full of bile and vitriol for most music that appeals to that thoroughly terrifying concept - the 'great' general public. His wit and humour will be sadly missed. Come on people - it's ok to for a journalist to slagg off Moz now and agin - he's a big man, he can take it. If Moz was a young whippersnapper starting off in pop music now, wouldn't he be telling old pop stars from yesterday to 'get off the stage'?