In hindsight, the band’s debut plays like an inverse of their final album.
In typical Morrissey fashion, he apologizes for nothing here, and if anything he doubles down on his stodginess.
With just a few exceptions, it isn’t hard to hear why these tracks were relegated to B-sides.
As the album proceeds, Morrissey simply sounds like a superior version of the singer he’s always been.
Ringleader of the Tormentors makes you wonder if seven-year gaps between albums are necessary.
The film proves that Mormonism and makeup-adorned punk rock aren’t oil and water entities.