Cover of You Are the Quarry

You Are the Quarry

Morrissey

17 May 2004

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5.4
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Tracklist 12 tracks, 47:20
  1. 1America Is Not the World4:04
  2. 2Irish Blood, English Heart2:37
  3. 3I Have Forgiven Jesus3:42
  4. 4Come Back to Camden4:15
  5. 5I’m Not Sorry4:42
  6. 6The World Is Full of Crashing Bores3:52
  7. 7How Can Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?3:25
  8. 8First of the Gang to Die3:39
  9. 9Let Me Kiss You3:31
  10. 10All the Lazy Dykes3:31
  11. 11I Like You4:11
  12. 12You Know I Couldn’t Last5:51

Reviews

Rated 2/10

Wow this guy fucking sucks

Rated 7/10

This cover is TOUGHER than any other rock cover

Rated 6/10

Ehh. This did not really tickle anything within me. It's fine and tolerable to listen to.

Rated 4/10

The man has a gorgeous voice, but man his lyrics really lack subtlety. And there is really so little variation of tone across these tracks. Got old fast

Rated 4/10

OK, here we go. I do not care for Morresseys voice and delivery. That aside I do not care for his ham fisted lyrics 99% of the time. Its not that I disagree what what hes saying it is again the delivery of it. So dramatically theater kid while simultaneously being as plainly written and unpoetic as possible. Its a dichotomy that I dont care for when HE does it.
Now the positives: The implied melodies and lyrical phrasing and cadence of the vocals I can truly appreciate. I truly believe that if this was sung by someone else who was a better lyricist this could be a 4 star album.
And the surprising... Morrissey (or Morrissey with the Smiths) is on this list 7 fucking times. Christ on a bike, someones a Morrissey fangirl and it sure the fuck isnt me.
2 stars

Rated 4/10

There are three good songs in this album and the rest should just be B sides that only harcode Morrisey hugging fans could enjoy.

Rated 4/10

The music is the most boring of all the albums in the Morrissey-verse we've had so far, and the lyrics are ham-fisted.

Rated 6/10

this is the 5th album with morrissey that weve gotten. 3 solo and 2 with the smiths with one from each remaining. some have been better than others but for the most part they have all been really similar stylistically which makes me wonder why we need 7 of them on the list. bowie and the beatles also have a ton of albums on the list, and while i feel like both shouldve been trimmed down, those at least sound different from album to album. i guess my point is im tired of morrisey and im hopeful his last solo album has a different sound cause i know the last smiths album doesnt.

Rated 4/10

For all the talk of over-represented artists in this list, I'm surprised I don't see Morrissey mentioned all that much. I just checked and he has 4 solo albums and 3 albums with the Smiths in the book? That puts him up near the top for most entries from one artist. I think he's only beat out for that title by David Bowie, John Lennon, and Paul McCartney who all have 9 albums and George Harrison who has 8 albums. He's tied with Bob Dylan and Neil Young at 7 albums and even has more albums in the list than Nick Cave and Elvis Costello! I'll fully acknowledge that Morrissey is a great lyricist, but I don't think any of his work comes close to holding a candle to the others (except maybe Costello).

If you hadn't guessed, I don't really care for the Smiths and, unsurprisingly, I care for solo Morrissey even less. I didn't outright hate this album, but it didn't exactly hold my attention the whole time and I found myself checking multiple times how much was left.

Rated 2/10

I hate when an artist says many things I agree with but they say it while lacking any eloquence or subtlety.

Rated 6/10

Expected to hate it but enjoyed it pretty well. If I had heard this album in high school and had no idea the Smiths existed I might have thought too it as really cool and provocative. Now it just seems like Morrissey being Morrissey and this is on the occasions when he did it well.

Rated 2/10

Jag klarade av att lyssna på ett album av Morrisseys självömkande, men här kom jag inte mer än några låtar in innan det tog stopp...

Rated 4/10

There's a couple of good songs on here, but most of the others have such cringe lyrics it's like a 14 year old wrote them. Just no nuance at all, and mean spirited in places. Some of the other songs are quite good musically if you tune out the lyrics. Irish Blood, English Heart and First of the Gang are the only songs worth revisiting really.

Rated 4/10

Cringe

Rated 6/10

The First of the Gang to Die might be my favourite Morrissey solo song, but nothing else on this album quite matches it.

Rated 8/10

Sigh…

I like Morrissey in spite of his ego, his assholery, his pretension. No one can sing the word “hamburger” like him. He’s got a beautiful and weird voice, and such an interesting musical ear. This album doesn’t live up to the quality of some of his stuff with the Smiths, but I really like it.

I just wish he chose to be a better person. I saw David Byrne perform a few nights ago, and was struck by his graciousness, kindness, and humanity. Morrissey could have been that, but he chose not to be.

Rated 6/10

Why the fuck are so many Jim Morrissey albums on this list. Like, the Smiths were great, and I haven’t gotten any, but I got 3 Morrissey albums. They honestly just sound like discount Smiths

Rated 1/10

pretty rough. in the immortal words of Ron and Russell Mael, lighten up, Morrissey.

Rated 6/10

I don’t know how I feel about this album.

Rated 4/10

Obligatory "Morrissey is a twat"... OK, now that's out the way, I genuinely couldn't wait for this insufferable, pretentious chore of an album to end. Listening to this feels less like enjoying music and more like being cornered at a pub by the most exhausting, self-satisfied twat imaginable. From the painfully on-the-nose, youth-hostel geopolitics of "America Is Not The World" to the blatant Reform UK dogwhistling of "Irish Blood, English Heart," the whole thing reeks of a miserable narcissist desperate to play the victim while spewing reactionary nonsense. He moans about being called out for his own bigotry, masking his contempt for the rest of humanity behind a veil of pseudo-intellectual martyrdom.

And without Johnny Marr around to inject some actual artistry into the proceedings, the music itself is relentlessly dull. It’s just generic, lifeless backing tracks that exist solely as a vehicle for his droning, self-pitying lectures. Half the time, it sounds like he’s just awkwardly cramming too many syllables into a bar, stretching random words out with that signature croon that has long since lost any of its charm. It's an utterly joyless, musically bankrupt slog from a deeply unpleasant man who really just needs to shut up and retire already.