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Sporadically brilliant odds-and-ends collection from the last quintessentially English pop star.

My Early Burglary Years isn't a "new" Morrissey album, but a seemingly haphazard compilation of singles, b-sides, album tracks and oddities; and, as such, it's an inevitably patchy collection littered with outstanding moments.

Morrissey's greatest triumph as leader of the Smiths was to reverse the "style mag" values of the '80s Mainstream pop espoused by the likes of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet. It's hardly surprising, then, that well over a decade later, the singer's solo records have become decreasingly relevant with time and that the Last Quintessentially English Pop Star seems lost and unsure about his place in the grand scheme of things. This lessened impact is accentuated by the fact that the most thrilling and vital music in the '90s has been created by the DJs and electronica artists who have no place within Stephen [sic] Patrick's personal aesthetic - though listening to his recent a-sides collection, I was struck by how experimental and downright weird much of Morrissey's early oeuvre sounds.

For me, though, the singer became a little less interesting around the time that he claimed he no longer read newspapers; that he'd literally stopped caring. Tellingly, then, by far the best song on "Burglary Years" is also the most compassionate: On "Boxers," Morrissey perversely summons up some tenderness for the title's bowed and bloodied pugilist.

(REPRISE) David Hemingway

I don't know how to take this review. I personally love both Morrissey and the album, by far one of my favourites, and AP gave it a 3 "Ear Candy for Fans of This Style". Go figure.