By Maladjusted, I was sitting in an unfurnished council house on a street peppered with petty criminals listening to the album on a discman wired to a small PC speaker.
Sat on the floor, I was contemplating the inevitable and upcoming separation of me from my teenage sweetheart. Life was...
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The last time I spoke to Moz in person in Bowdon, he mentioned that I was the only person to ever compliment him on TTP (including himself I imagine.)
I'm not sure how true that is, but it was lovely of him to say it (even if he disliked me even more for liking it).
Do you remember that criticism of Moz in some review where it said something like 'Morrissey writes the most interesting song titles and then forgets to write an interesting song to go with it' ?
That critique was made for his song.