I don’t get along with myself
And I’m not too keen on anyone else
Hearing those words as a depressed 17-year-old living in a rainy small town in Sweden, almost completely incapable of relating to people around me, was a revelation. I thank God for Maladjusted. What an album.
I agree that Puffy’s “contributions” are a bit much, but I don’t think they ruin everything. I think Biggie’s albums are fantastic (obviously except for Born Again), with amazing beats and soundscapes, jaw-dropping lyricisms and that voice, that amazing voice being the icing on the cake. I got...
Not true at all. I’ve made it perfectly clear on many, many occasions that I love Morrissey with a passion, but I have no problem discussing the bad bits as well as the good.
Yeah, you most definitely are.
And you made mine several posts ago. :tiphat: :tiphat:
Surface is civil and nuanced. You, on the other hand, and may God forgive me, are obnoxious and rude to anyone with a differing opinion and your capacity to have a nuanced discussion about Morrissey is probably on par with a feral 12-year-old Swiftie.
God bless you. That documentary sure has given me a lot of solace. I received it as a gift from Teresa on a DVD-R or summat, and it helped keep my head above water.
I think there’s a “theme” musically. This whole “album” musically has a nostalgic, warm, melancholy vibe and I think these songs fit nicely together. And most of the songs are inner reflections concerning love, death and alienation. I think it would have worked.
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