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[Traduction] Time is not a gentleman. As a rule it makes us weaker, bigger and bigger. Also acids and maltostosis. Brontoloni and disillusioned. Ok ... what's wrong? Certainly they lose the enamel and magic of the 20 years, but those - they know - are very often straw fires. So well, good and bad, also the poetry / poetry of decline. In which Moz is a great master, we can not say otherwise, and he shows it with his new solo album.
The king of pop pop indie in sauce Brit, the artist who has grown up with generations of musicians and fans of stinging bad texts as farewell billboards left on the bedside table, yet creating a stronger dependence on any known substance, returns to the threshold of 60 and does not have the slightest fear of getting naked as when she was 40 or less. The skin is different, the hair, the waistline and the muscle tone are idem ... and yet the strength and courage to show for what it is is not failing for a second.
It is also undeniable that (as with any new release) you keep thinking that all this would be even more beautiful and shaky with Johnny Marr on the guitars: for ... it's been 30 years since the end of the Smiths but not we are able to make peace with the fact that the diade is now composed of two monads and the Morrissey / Marr jolly will not see it again at work, despite the fact that the two have always been complementary. Here, and yet "Low In High School", net of these odd considerations (and with the utmost respect for the great Boz Boorer), works. And much better than Moz's previous proposal.
Morrissey, as he says in Rome, heavily rode his assfor a thousand reasons. And her texts are the mirror of such births: she puts us politics, society, sex, antimonarchic drives, sentimental relations, or too complicated, rebellion to the production / consumption / crack, antimilitarism, contempt for law enforcement, dandysm the typical tragicomic self-pity / morrisseyana autoironic and tranchant comments on the human race (read misanthropy with both turbo and muffled muffler). All on 100% Moz music bases, which means that we are faced with soft and varied melodies, guitars capable of cutting or stroking like cashmere gloves, British pop excursions, new wave / post punk raids, raid in popular tradition ... a sound mix that creates a kind of immediate empathy, almost naïve and instinctive,
In short, you will also become a grumble, as they say, dear Moz - but they will be grumble if they are still in such solid and pleasing albums.
The king of pop pop indie in sauce Brit, the artist who has grown up with generations of musicians and fans of stinging bad texts as farewell billboards left on the bedside table, yet creating a stronger dependence on any known substance, returns to the threshold of 60 and does not have the slightest fear of getting naked as when she was 40 or less. The skin is different, the hair, the waistline and the muscle tone are idem ... and yet the strength and courage to show for what it is is not failing for a second.
It is also undeniable that (as with any new release) you keep thinking that all this would be even more beautiful and shaky with Johnny Marr on the guitars: for ... it's been 30 years since the end of the Smiths but not we are able to make peace with the fact that the diade is now composed of two monads and the Morrissey / Marr jolly will not see it again at work, despite the fact that the two have always been complementary. Here, and yet "Low In High School", net of these odd considerations (and with the utmost respect for the great Boz Boorer), works. And much better than Moz's previous proposal.
Morrissey, as he says in Rome, heavily rode his assfor a thousand reasons. And her texts are the mirror of such births: she puts us politics, society, sex, antimonarchic drives, sentimental relations, or too complicated, rebellion to the production / consumption / crack, antimilitarism, contempt for law enforcement, dandysm the typical tragicomic self-pity / morrisseyana autoironic and tranchant comments on the human race (read misanthropy with both turbo and muffled muffler). All on 100% Moz music bases, which means that we are faced with soft and varied melodies, guitars capable of cutting or stroking like cashmere gloves, British pop excursions, new wave / post punk raids, raid in popular tradition ... a sound mix that creates a kind of immediate empathy, almost naïve and instinctive,
In short, you will also become a grumble, as they say, dear Moz - but they will be grumble if they are still in such solid and pleasing albums.
