"Two decades after the gladioli wilted, Morrissey felt an urge to dig past the Wilde and Delaney and reclaim some semblance of machismo. Through walls of distortion and stentorian drums, he presented a bruised, battered and better version of himself. But in this, the aftermath of You Are the Quarry's roar, Morrissey quietly summons the vulnerable despair of days gone by.
Walking that thin, quintessentially Catholic line between God and temptations of the flesh, the man finds himself wandering Roman streets with a wavering conscience. Tony Visconti and Ennio Morricone illuminate his path with a subdued, yet potent union of church organ and strings while the hazy percussion slinks in as a determined reminder of the sin at hand. Though he eventually resigns his physical fate, a body trapped amidst the crowd, he professes that, at long last, his heart is free."