What I love about "Viva Hate" now, but didn't appreciate as much at the time, is that the music succeeds in establishing and sustaining a fragile, searching, reflective mood. I agree it has its imperfections, but I think a lack of cohesion isn't one of them. To my ears it has always sounded pretty consistent, except for maybe "I Don't Mind If You Forget Me". From start to finish I feel swallowed up in an atmosphere I've always found unusual for Morrissey: not as rocky as The Smiths, but lusher and more detailed; not as campy and funny as "The Queen Is Dead", but filled out in spots with a more subtle sense of humor; and awash in hazy memories of the Seventies that felt more contemporary than the aura of the Fifties and Sixties evoked by Smiths records. It's the only album of his which looks at the past realistically. Bits of good, bits of bad, best exemplified in "Late Night, Maudlin Street" or "Break Up The Family". Nothing he describes is held up as some long-lost ideal of perfection, nor is anything in the past scorned or lamented, despite the gentle mockery of ankle stars and such. The past is neither hostile nor welcoming. The album gives you a queasy feeling of ambivalence about everything he's singing about, a strange (golden) dust lands on your hands, and on your face, and on everything else. So while I agree that a few of the songs are "average" on their own, as a collection they're all very good. Which is all the more reason not to have axed "Ordinary Boys".