That said, I rarely listen to their albums anymore and if so just for the sake of nostalgia.
This past Friday during my lunch break I walked over to this little comic book shop I frequent on Madison Ave. They usually have music or whatever playing in the store. Well, while I was there they just so happened to have on The Smith's Louder Than Bombs album. Within a matter of minutes Morrissey's voice was providing me with an unpleasant experience. No, it wasn't bringing back old memories or impacting me with its sheer beauty. On the contrary--the vocal performance was physically unsettling to my ears. I actually considered leaving the premises just to get away from it.
I know a lot of people, my wife included, who can't stand The Smiths because of Morrissey's singing, or, as they call it, "whining". Of course there are many others who not only love his voice but also his vocal style and would consider it an absolute travesty if he altered it to appease the naysayers. Either way, his years of crooning have him a huge amount of money.
Anyway, I just wanted to make note that ol' Moz finally broke me. It took about ten years, but it finally happened.
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