Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Morrissey is the single most overrated person to be born in the latter half of the twentieth century.
Which is admittedly hyperbolic, but not half so much as those who idolize him and his bathetic, maudlin adolescent crap give you every fucking day of your life.
(I've been sitting on this post for a while, worried that if I actually published it I'd have to deal with angry hordes of pitchfork weilding emo kids...)
(Also worried that somebody would call me on only having the guts to say it out loud after the guy at the City Paper published that blurb about the Wedding Present being 500 times better than the Smiths but never getting any credit for it... which is probably true. I want to shake that man's hand, but I suspect he published it under a pseudonym due to the same fear of torches glinting off black-framed glasses)