For over ten years, since I first heard Morrisey sing, I've been trying to articulate what I can't stand about his music. Now I've got it: rather than being linear, his melodies are trapped in chords, so he worries thirds and fourths in a kind of intervallic autism. This is a shame, because I like his voice, his lyrics, and his manner. But his melodies make me feel like I'm sealed in Tupperware. Let me out!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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