MORRISSEY – I’M THROWING MY ARMS AROUND PARIS (DECCA/POLYDOR)
Morrissey circa 2009 is becoming something of a revelation as takes his rightful spot as elder statesman of indie with the kind of personality and charisma that nobody else appears to possess in this day and age of tepid and too willing to please alternative music.
Complete with irksome inner sleeve featuring the man and his band covering their cocks with seven inch singles (who’d have thought Morrissey a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan sharing such lowbrow common ground) there is plenty to turn a normal person off with this packaging but you persist anyway.
The single begins with the igniting of an energy and within seconds of this opening gesture Morrissey is already flopping around expounding his declarations towards Paris. These are truly confusing sentiments as I had never had Mozza down as being much of a fan of the French.
As ever it’s all about love and the weight here appears doused and drenched upon an entire city because he is feeling in a rejected frame of mind. Is it truly his audience, his homeland or a real person that is bring on this emotional baggage and toll?
To me and many this is an abjectly beautiful song with painful sentiments that are dissolving into some kind of sense of negative contentment as the song plays out. Despite my reservations there is true pay off at the close of this song as it ends with the eternal declaration “yes you’ve made yourself plain, yes you’ve made yourself very plain” delivered and executed in the most defiant and nonchalant of manners. Even in the face of rejection the elder statesman Morrissey is able to win.
We care.
Thesaurus moment:
Morrissey
Decca
Polydor
Morrissey circa 2009 is becoming something of a revelation as takes his rightful spot as elder statesman of indie with the kind of personality and charisma that nobody else appears to possess in this day and age of tepid and too willing to please alternative music.
Complete with irksome inner sleeve featuring the man and his band covering their cocks with seven inch singles (who’d have thought Morrissey a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan sharing such lowbrow common ground) there is plenty to turn a normal person off with this packaging but you persist anyway.
The single begins with the igniting of an energy and within seconds of this opening gesture Morrissey is already flopping around expounding his declarations towards Paris. These are truly confusing sentiments as I had never had Mozza down as being much of a fan of the French.
As ever it’s all about love and the weight here appears doused and drenched upon an entire city because he is feeling in a rejected frame of mind. Is it truly his audience, his homeland or a real person that is bring on this emotional baggage and toll?
To me and many this is an abjectly beautiful song with painful sentiments that are dissolving into some kind of sense of negative contentment as the song plays out. Despite my reservations there is true pay off at the close of this song as it ends with the eternal declaration “yes you’ve made yourself plain, yes you’ve made yourself very plain” delivered and executed in the most defiant and nonchalant of manners. Even in the face of rejection the elder statesman Morrissey is able to win.
We care.
Thesaurus moment:
Morrissey
Decca
Polydor
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