When I was a kid, we had a copy of the excellent Billy Connolly book, Gullible's Travels, where each chapter is about his experiences in a different country. The chapter on Jibrovia (a fictional country somewhere in ?the Middle East) is a riot, particularly where he describes how one should sing the national anthem, thus (paraphrased): 'Should be sung as if a Christmas Tree is being slowly pulled out of one's anus'.
That's how I feel listening to some of Morrissey's singing on parts of this album. He whines and bleats on, with a few memorable lines here and there, but delivered with such torpor as to put one to sleep. Meanwhile, Johnny Marr and particularly Andy Rourke provide a fantastic soundtrack in the background. The bass playing particularly is a highlight.
And then the title track, to finish the album, is just a bummer. OK, you don't like eating meat, we get it, but no need to be such a cunt about it.