Michael Hann

A terrible joke gone wonderfully right: Rick Astley and Blossoms Perform the Smiths reviewed

Plus: furious absurdism delivered in a creamy, lush tone from Billy Nomates at the Moth Club

Rick Astley at the O2 Forum Kentish Town: an evening of quite astonishing joy, wholly uncynical on the part of both performers and audience. Image: Michael Clement 
issue 16 October 2021

Many of us who grew up loving the Smiths have rather shelved that affection in recent years. Many of us, being lily-livered liberals, have rather taken against Morrissey’s politics and his public support for the far-right For Britain party. Even those inclined to agree with him might have tired of his unrelenting self-pity and his inability to say anything nice about anyone, ever. Yes, we’ve still got lovely Johnny Marr playing the songs in his solo shows, but with the greatest goodwill in the world — and Marr gets granted the greatest goodwill in the world by being such an obviously decent fella — he’s no one’s idea of a great singer. If only there were some way those songs could be performed by someone who can really sing, backed by a band who can really play them.

Which is how we ended up with ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ hitmaker Rick Astley — a Smiths fan in his teens — fronting the hugely successful young indie band Blossoms for two shows at which they performed nothing but the songs of the Smiths: a terrible joke gone wonderfully right.

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