Morrissey - World Peace Is None Of Your Business
The last of his kind? Perhaps. The commercial success of Morrissey's autobiography, in all of its disjointed glory, was a reminder of the place he still holds in many hearts. Rather than a signal for publishers to rush and secure the memoirs of every alt. pop icon, Autobiography proved how few genuine contenders there are for his crown. Queues for Black Francis: My Story or Robert Smith's Guide To Life? You doubt it somehow. For someone so keen-eyed when it comes to chart placing, those paperback sales would serve as a fillip to a backdrop of more modest recent record returns, and be the ultimate vindication he so obviously craved. World Peace ..., coming after a five year period that is typically Morrissey (more record label alienation, broadsheet-rattling pronouncements, illness and cancelled performances), is neither particularly better nor worse than any of his works since his return from industry exile in 2004, but will satisfy long term fans and occasional listeners to Radio 2.
Aside from the execrable title track, this tenth solo album finds him in solid form, supported by songs that have a lightness of touch compared to the vigorous thrust of 2009's Years Of Refusal. That lightness is reflected in the lyrics - the two-minute long aside of 'The Bullfighter Dies' and 'Staircase At The University' ("She threw herself down / And her head split three ways") re-capture a detached humour rarely heard since 'Girlfriend In A Coma' days. Several tracks have a Latin air, cementing further his South American fan base, while 'Kiss Me A Lot' even finds SPM in full-on flirt mode. Finale 'Oboe Concerto' has what seems like a deliberate musical motif from 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore', and suggests a performer increasingly comfortable both with his past, and his present self.