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Morrissey is the perfect metaphor to what happened to Britpop and his racially charged outburst pretty much proves this. Dude got old, fat and hairy and like a real POHMer who couldn't go with the flow so he cocked off like some viceroy sipping tea in India in the 1920s.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see the old, fat, hairy Morrissey out and about again. He's a great reality check and reminder that at a certain point you should just shut up and stop whining...and that the good ol' days are gone.
As for the rest of the review, not bad but 2 pages too long and probably an exercise of a gentle, tortured, American, upper-class anglo-wannabe looking for some kind of exclusive angle to existence since there's nothing else to grasp on to. Like Morrissey today, that's a little sad really...but if it brings joy, go for it.
