HEAVEN KNOWS HE'S STILL MISERABLE
MORRISSEY'S 14TH SOLO album finds him wearing all his favorite guises: eternal romantic, tireless crank, fragile old soul, free-speech martyr, rock-nostalgia torchbearer, heavenly miserablist. He's claimed that his years of controversial right-leaning political utterances have made it hard for him to find a label to release the record, his first in six years. (He ended up on Sire, which put out the Smiths and his early solo work.) The nadir is the shallow disco shitpost "Notre Dame," which floats the xenophobic conspiracy theory that the 2019 fire that destroyed Notre-Dame cathedral was the result of an uninvestigated terrorist attack. Mostly, he avoids dicey subject matter for solid autobiographical songwriting — see "Lester Bangs" — and, less happily, sullen self-pity. He's canceled a slew of tour dates due to health issues, and on "Headache," he offers an assessment of mortality that's morose even for him: "Man born of woman has a short time to...