1984. Bridge Road. Richmond. Coming up to Punt Road. Or Hoddle in Richmond? My Mazda is packed with guys. we're on our way somehwere but it doesn't matter because Wayne puts on this cassette and says you've got to listen because this band is it!. And it was. I'd heard a couple of Smiths songs including their huge hit Charming Man but this one knocked my proverbial socks off. I couldn't believe how good the song was. And then there was more. The first album. All great songs. But Difference for me was when I fell in love with the sound of the Smiths. And more importantly the lyrics. Just the title. What Difference Does It Make. Indeed. My band days were winding down. My DJing days were just beginning. I heard these songs and I was too absorbed to care. I wanted to play these songs loud in a club.
Morrisey's lyrics are both profound and incredibly funny. A northern sense of humour at play. And all these references to Granada culture. Magic.
I went out and bought the first album. And then all this other stuff came out. Hatful of Hollow. This is the real sound of the eighties.
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