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From Gigwise.com
http://www.gigwise.com/contents.asp?contentid=5194
Morrissey - 'Who Put The 'M' In Manchester' (Sanctuary) Released 04/04/05
by Daniel Pratley
The world parted its parched lips and slobbered over Mozzers hefty ass when he graced us with his resurrection. But for those who thought glimpsing god was gonna be tough were blessed with multitudes of festival appearances that (in my view) slightly felled the pompous lord from his thrown. But alas, ‘Who Put The ‘M’ in Manchester’ restores faith in what to some is cabaret, to others is a celebration of the underclasses.
Manchester’s most famous son is in impeccable form at the MEN homecoming gig, comfortable and nonchalant amongst his legion of preachers. From the San Diego couple proclaiming “nothing can beat this day”, to the hundreds of barrier jumpers throwing themselves at the hand of Moz, tonight’s gig is a house of zealous lovers. And doesn’t he f***in love it! The new height of hysteria bestowed upon ‘our Stephen’ transcends reality and allows Moz to mince it up Manc style.
Even Gigwise can forgive him, the camp swish of the mic cable here, or a stately pose there, cause in complete relaxed abandon Moz looks kinda cool. On the flipside the tracks from MOVE festival later in the year display a less comfortable figure playing a character who seems to be out of depth, or maybe its just the level of adoration (although still extreme) pales in comparison. Mannerisms aside the performances can hardly be faulted, not surprising considering he’s a self-professed perfectionist. From the first pitch perfect note of ‘ First Of The Gang To Die’ to the last stir of the keyboard at the bands exit, one of the greatest back catalogues of all time is done undeniable justice. The heavier feel to tracks off ‘We Are The Quarry’ saddle perfectly against the Smiths classics and give the set extra lift and momentum in times of trouble. The first flurry of songs ending with ‘Everyday Is Like Sunday’ is nothing less than magical, and the vision of the San Diego couple in emotional convulsions can’t be far from reality. Final MEN track ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’ reduces the oversized venue, and the man, to a teary sticky mess as multitudes of brave soldiers (or middle aged men) burst over the barriers to cop a feel of Moz. Those who fail, or are too chicken shit to try, are consoled by dumpy getting his top off, obviously a pleaser for some as he does it again at MOVE but come onnnnn give it up dad!!
The aural dynamics and clarity of the MEN gig are lost to the crowd roar and emphatic cheering at Manchester’s Urban MOVE festival. 5 tracks where the audience scream and cry before their hero, but this time there’s no touching!
But what of the Morrissey enigma? What of the man? Nothing. The DVD fails to offer any insight into his primadonna tendencies, his awkward demands and even fails to deliver one single word spoken by the man offstage. But then the music speaks for itself, and I’m sure the minute he gabbles some shit, all mystique and worship would be lost forever.
The world parted its parched lips and slobbered over Mozzers hefty ass when he graced us...
From Gigwise.com
http://www.gigwise.com/contents.asp?contentid=5194
Morrissey - 'Who Put The 'M' In Manchester' (Sanctuary) Released 04/04/05
by Daniel Pratley
The world parted its parched lips and slobbered over Mozzers hefty ass when he graced us with his resurrection. But for those who thought glimpsing god was gonna be tough were blessed with multitudes of festival appearances that (in my view) slightly felled the pompous lord from his thrown. But alas, ‘Who Put The ‘M’ in Manchester’ restores faith in what to some is cabaret, to others is a celebration of the underclasses.
Manchester’s most famous son is in impeccable form at the MEN homecoming gig, comfortable and nonchalant amongst his legion of preachers. From the San Diego couple proclaiming “nothing can beat this day”, to the hundreds of barrier jumpers throwing themselves at the hand of Moz, tonight’s gig is a house of zealous lovers. And doesn’t he f***in love it! The new height of hysteria bestowed upon ‘our Stephen’ transcends reality and allows Moz to mince it up Manc style.
Even Gigwise can forgive him, the camp swish of the mic cable here, or a stately pose there, cause in complete relaxed abandon Moz looks kinda cool. On the flipside the tracks from MOVE festival later in the year display a less comfortable figure playing a character who seems to be out of depth, or maybe its just the level of adoration (although still extreme) pales in comparison. Mannerisms aside the performances can hardly be faulted, not surprising considering he’s a self-professed perfectionist. From the first pitch perfect note of ‘ First Of The Gang To Die’ to the last stir of the keyboard at the bands exit, one of the greatest back catalogues of all time is done undeniable justice. The heavier feel to tracks off ‘We Are The Quarry’ saddle perfectly against the Smiths classics and give the set extra lift and momentum in times of trouble. The first flurry of songs ending with ‘Everyday Is Like Sunday’ is nothing less than magical, and the vision of the San Diego couple in emotional convulsions can’t be far from reality. Final MEN track ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’ reduces the oversized venue, and the man, to a teary sticky mess as multitudes of brave soldiers (or middle aged men) burst over the barriers to cop a feel of Moz. Those who fail, or are too chicken shit to try, are consoled by dumpy getting his top off, obviously a pleaser for some as he does it again at MOVE but come onnnnn give it up dad!!
The aural dynamics and clarity of the MEN gig are lost to the crowd roar and emphatic cheering at Manchester’s Urban MOVE festival. 5 tracks where the audience scream and cry before their hero, but this time there’s no touching!
But what of the Morrissey enigma? What of the man? Nothing. The DVD fails to offer any insight into his primadonna tendencies, his awkward demands and even fails to deliver one single word spoken by the man offstage. But then the music speaks for itself, and I’m sure the minute he gabbles some shit, all mystique and worship would be lost forever.
The world parted its parched lips and slobbered over Mozzers hefty ass when he graced us...
