And the lyric-sheet has its flaws: “Nowhere Fast” (“I’d like to drop my trousers to the Queen . . . ”) is Moz-by-numbers, and flouncing through the veggie anthem of the title track he succumbs — for perhaps the only time in his career — to piety.
So it’s neither a great Johnny Marr album, nor a great Morrissey album. But as a Smiths album, Meat Is Murder is a life-changer: a fully-loaded syringe of wit and victimhood, aimed at the heart of the world.
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