A PECULIAR mixture of
factory and Motown ripped through the
disco speaker grilles (Lyceum-goers 'in'
joke) prior to the Smiths' appearance, An
odd amalgam of, shall we say, ancient and
modern? I'm a shade too jaded to finely
pursue the full implications of that, but
it was a suitably apt scene setter.
Smiths, three of them, make an entrance
to generous applause which is rapidly
curtailed as the punting populace grasp
that He isnt there. Morrissey
springs forth a few seconds later. Gets
his own gaggle of whistles and screams.
Definitely very front person. In
appreciative response, he tosses some
dead flowers at the crowd.
my first full facial with the Smiths. An
event made necessary by the compelling
intrigue of their latest record and the
sheer boredom of reading about them (the
fact of the act, not the content). I had
to discover, to my own satisfaction,
whether they were a) downtrodden chart
fodder with a streak of hypeish pseudo
sensitivity or b) something else. Perhaps
not as good.
allowing for my... opia, the Smiths on
the Lyceum stage looked smaller and less
in focus than they should have. In an
early song, Morrissey sang Im
not the man you think I am and it
was clear even that soon that the Smiths
were not the group I thought they might
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