Me and Viva Hate

Viva_hateSomething fell through my virtual letterbox in the form of a confessional. A look at, or a review of, Morrissey’s ‘Viva Hate’ LP. Of course, most fans of The Smiths will cherish this piece of work, and if they could, they would marry it. More likely that they’d marry an obscure B-Side, but no matter.

PopJunkie virgin Jonesy raps back and forth in her brain about the drudgery that is a Morrissey solo LP…

1987 was a black year for most 15 year olds of an Indie
persuasion. Record of the year was Stevie Winwoods Higher
Love, Brosettes had hijacked our beloved doc martens and vintage
levis, and Johnny Marr left The Smiths, signalling the end of an era of
perfect British pop.

Morrissey’s speedy retort to that was Viva Hate (originally Education
In Reverse), with Durutti Column’s Vini Reilly providing a musical
platform for Steven’s invective.

And he spews.

Squawling guitars and a brash drum beat drop you into the bemused
paranoid ramblings of Alsation Lover, Morrisseys’ ironical comical
lexicon delivering the wonderful "with yer tent flaps open wide". This
flows quite strangely into a funeral roll for Malcolm McFee in Little
Man, What Now
, who gets as much a mention as he deserves, one minute and
forty eight seconds. Then Everyday is like Sunday, the anthem of a displaced
generation, anyone who ever had to trudge around with the enemy on
holiday, even if it was 2 weeks in disneyland, it is the teenagers job to
smirk and belittle. And so it goes on, unleashing the spite of every
betrayal or dashed hope upon an already defeated listener, disguised in
soothing and familiar melodies, Suedehead providing a welcome return to
the jangly hi-tone pop of former glories. Ordinary Boys, not ironically
enough chosen as a moniker for ‘him wot married Chantelle"’s band sucks
you into the misery and also affirms those who find themselves eternal

In 1988, I thought this man and his musical melancholy was what I
was about, I bought into it with the very fibre of my being, and it still
reminds me of a time when I had nothing more on my mind than the
meaning of life, the cruelty of parents and if ugly ducklings could turn
into swans. I’m so glad to grow older,to move away from those darker years.


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