Morrissey can’t even moan properly — here’s a frontman who can

There is much to be said for Schadenfreude. (If it was edible, it would be a meal in a very expensive restaurant, for which someone else was paying.) So it’s probably inadvertently that Morrissey has added to the gaiety of nations this past fortnight with the publication of his autobiography, winningly titled Autobiography. So catastrophically bad does the book turn out to be that Morrissey-loathing critics have queued up to give it (and him) a damn good thrashing. It has been a long time coming. While it has always been clear that The Smiths were every bit as good as we thought they were at the time, it is even clearer now that Morrissey’s symbiotic working partnership with Johnny Marr was the reason why. Since the band crumbled in 1987, all but Morrissey’s most unhinged fans would struggle to name even three halfway decent songs he has written. I myself like ‘First of the Gang to Die’ and…that’s pretty much it.