Andres Lokko's review of the new album is ridiculed by Expressen's Johan Hakelius.
Rough Google Translate:
The public is full of pyromaniacs
I read Andres Lokko's review in Svenska Dagbladet of Morrissey's new album. Sawing it, you can say. "High-extremist conceptual album", I think the key concept was. A shrewd formulation, but it became a bit hanging in nothing.
I do not mean that the wording necessarily has no basis. I bought Morrissey's album in advance already a few months ago, as I usually do. I could download it yesterday. I will probably never listen to it, just as usual for the last few decades.
I also bought Morrissey's novel. I would never mind opening it. He simply has become too sad. But you can decorate a little anyway, for old times. Cultural support, so that the boy can afford to continue to feel angry and misunderstood in county environments.
So, it would not surprise me if Lokko is right. Morrissey's political tirades - left or right - have always been driven more by aesthetics, romance and revanchism than anything else. Then you can end up anywhere. And now he has gotten quite wrong, as far as Lokko is concerned.
It's just that you do not get to know a dew about the disc.
Morrissey's new record. Unclear what it contains.
On a guessing 3,500 characters, Lokko mentions Timbro, the Moderates, the Christian Democrats and the Swedish Democrats. In addition, Margaret Thatcher, Jimmie Åkesson, Hanif Bali, Nigel Farage, Katerina Janouch, Johan Lundberg and Alexander Bard. He does not do that because they have a lot to do with Morrissey. But they serve another purpose. These people and organizations are markers. They are ready to clumble and distance themselves. And to associate with such a man dislikes, like a kind of pest flagship game.
So you understand beyond doubt that Lokko really dislikes Morrissey, when Janouch, Åkesson and Bali are lifted and smashed in the hot air above the underbite Manchester puss.
Good so but you could not have known anything, a little matter, what the record contains? A nice text line? A terrible thought? Something kind of description of the music itself? A bassline A riff? Anything.
But there's actually nothing but a short reference to the old celibate singer saying that he had a taste for oral sex. And it should soon be felt like a redemption for all of us, not just for Morrissey himself.
It happens to me that I get such thoughts when I read the newspaper. So many texts seem to have completely dealt with the idea of actually telling something. So many texts seem to be just about marking tribal membership. It's like the sports days at school when the sportsmen of the class rushed to each corner of the gymnasium and shouted at the mouth of each other: "BLUE TEAM OVER HERE!" "RED TEAM OVER HERE!
That was the one that made me choose quiz and chess when those cursed days came.
It is sometimes said that we live in a time when we lack common campfires. Something to gather around, feel the heat and the community.
But the truth is, rather, the public is full of pyromaniacs. It's burning a bit here and there. Books and discs, movies and thoughts, ideas, and even people are stuck on fire, just because their own tribe feels so gay. We who never liked team sports are allowed to freeze.