Morrissey — I Am Not a Dog On a Chain (March 20th, 2020)Morrissey — I Am Not a Dog On a Chain (March 20th, 2020) Morrissey — I Am Not a Dog On a Chain (March 20th, 2020) Morrissey — I Am Not a Dog On a Chain (March 20th, 2020)★Ψ★    První nové studiové album od roku 2017 — „I Am Not A Dog On A Chain“, bylo nahráno v La Fabrique ve Francii v roce 2018 a v Sunset Sound v Kalifornii. 11~trackové album produkoval Joe Chiccarelli (Beck, The Strokes, The Killers). „Nyní jsem pro Morrisseyho vyprodukoval čtyři studiová alba,“ řekl Chicarelli. „Tohle je jeho nejvýraznější a nejodvážnější album. Opět je ve své vlastní kategorii. Po pravdě řečeno, nikdo nemůže být jako Morrissey, pouze… Morrissey! “ /// “ [Předtím Stephen Street, Clive Langer a Alan Winstanley, Mick Ronson, Steve Lillywhite, Jerry Finn a Tony Visconti]. 
★Ψ★    Pokud pořád máte rádi Smith..., v duchu výroku Roberta Frosta  — „Já však slib jsem dal a kráčím dál, až složím hlavu svou“ máme na stole  sólového mluvčího milionů nespokojených díky jeho poetickým i kousavým textům a divadelním vokálům.
★Ψ★    „Nečtu noviny / Jsou to potíže,“ řekl Morrissey v titulní skladbě svého 13. sólového alba Já nejsem pes na řetízku. Myslím, že si nebude prohlížet stránky The Telegraph, aby viděl, kolika hvězdičkami bylo oceněno jeho nejnovější kávová kostka..., pardon, superalbum. Přesto nemusíte souhlasit s jeho názory na média, abyste ocenili vášeň, se kterou je vyjadřuje. Vztek: „Zvedl jsem hlas / nemám na výběr / zdvihl jsem ruku, dvakrát jako kladivo / nevidím žádný smysl vypadat hezký.“ Je to osvěžující a krásná dodávka písní. Natož ve věku 60~ti let, kdy stále dělá hudbu stylem, jako by na ní závisel jeho život. Základní tvrzení názvu alba, samozřejmě ..., platí.“
★Ψ★    Album krásně končí skladbou „My Hurling Days Are Done“ — písničkou z těch nejskvělejších, jaké kdy napsal. „Čas není můj přítel,“ smutně zpívá. Někteří fanoušci, kteří by nejraději chtěli Morrisseyho zavřít a přejí si jeho odchod, by si měli dávat pozor a zvážit, co si vlastně přejí.
★Ψ★    Ceny: NME Awards 17x (1984~1992/ z toho 5x jako Best Solo Artist), Q Awards (1994, Q Songwriter Award), Ivor Novello Awards (1998, Outstanding Contribution to British Music), MOJO Awards (2014, Icon Award), GAFFA Awards (2004, Årets Udenlandske Sanger), Meteor Music Awards (2005, Best International Male), Rober Awards Music Poll (2013, Comeback of the Year). 
★Ψ★    ALBUMS: #3 UK Number 1s / #14 UK Top 10s / #18 UK Top 40s / #20 UK Top 75s
Morrissey on Broadway
Birth name: Steven Patrick Morrissey
Born: in May 22, 1959 in Davyhulme, Lancashire, Manchester, England
Location: UK
•    Studio La Fabrique in Saint~Rémy~de~Provence, France 
•    Sunset Sound in Hollywood, California.
Album release: March 20th, 2020
Record label: BMG
Duration:     49:29
01. Jim Jim Falls   3:44
02. Love Is On Its Way Out   3:15
03. Bobby, Don’t You Think They Know   5:46
04. I Am Not a Dog on a Chain   3:53
05. What Kind of People Live in These Houses   3:41
06. Knockabout World   3:25
07. Darling, I Hug a Pillow  4:47
08. Once I Saw the River Clean   4:20
09. The Truth About Ruth   3:45
10. The Secret of Music   7:52
11. My Hurling Days Are Done   5:01
Current members:
★  Boz Boorer — guitar (1991~present)
★  Jesse Tobias — guitar (2005~present)
★  Matthew Ira Walker — drums (2007~present)
★  Gustavo Manzur — keyboards (2012~present)
★  Mando Lopez — bass guitar (2014~present)
∠★  Morrissey — recenze „Nejsem pes na řetězu“: jeho nejlepší album za několik let (pokud můžete vyladit jeho názory).
∠★  Mozovo 13. sólové album se blíží k avantgardě a označuje odvážný odjezd. Může být dokonce užitečné překročit úroveň Twittermob. Ale ne, vy do této skupiny ničemů nepatříte. Tak si to ozřejmíme: Twittermob je skupina uživatelů Twitteru, kteří se zaměřují na problém nebo jednotlivce, zejména na ten, který se náhle utváří a je považován za nepřátelského. Morrissey on Broadway
Mark Beaumont  | Score: ★★★
Ψ•    The Morrissey Dilemma dovetails with Britain’s wider post~Brexit conundrum: can you ever completely separate views you vehemently disagree with from music you might actually enjoy? The nice liberal rock fan might well balk at 60~year~old Steven Patrick publicly wearing a pin badge bearing the logo of a tin~pot anti~Islamic political party, but his pointedly titled 13th solo studio album ‘I Am Not A Dog On A Chain’ is an intriguing prospect for even the most wearied Smiths fans.
Ψ•    Significant parts of the album verge on the avant garde, and certainly mark a bold departure for an artist who could easily have continued appeasing his cult faithful with winsome torch songs, ennui~encased indie pop and rapacious rockabilly.
Ψ•    Woker listeners may be appalled that opening track ‘Jim Jim Falls’ urges potential suicides at the Australian waterfall (“If you’re going to jump then jump… If you’re going to run home and cry then don’t waste my time / If you’re going to kill yourself then / To save face — get on with it”). For many Moz fans, this is the equivalent of misdialling The Samaritans and getting through to Piers Morgan. But a man who was once a figurehead for society’s poetic outsiders is now proudly recasting himself as brave truth~teller staring defiantly down the barrel of media crucifixion and cancel culture, saying what ‘everyone’ is really thinking.
Ψ•    “I see no point in being nice,” he asserts on the title track, a classic indie jig resembling the ‘Vicar In A Tutu’ (if the vicar logged on to Twitter using a handle featuring a dozen numbers and a Moscow location). “I use my own brain,” he croons, declaring that “maybe I’ll be skinned alive by [fur coat producers] Canada Goose because of my views”, before attacking the bad old mainstream media: “Listen out to what’s not shown to you and there you find the truth”. 
•Ψ    At it happens, there is some pretty startling and adventurous music here. 2017’s ‘Low In High School’ and last year’s ‘California Son’ both dabbled lightly in the synthesised electronics Morrissey once vocally despised, but here he strips characteristically to the waist, smothers himself in Quorn fat and dives in head first.
•Ψ    ‘Jim Jim Falls’ embraces Laser Quest electronica, David Bowie’s space rock squalls and synthetic string fanfares, sounding, in parts, like a Vegas residency by early Prodigy. ‘Love Is On Its Way Out’ is an electro~baroque throb redolent of Lana Del Rey or Lorde, albeit filtered through Morrissey’s concern for the death of humanity’s empathy and “the sad rich, hunting down, shooting down elephants and lions”. Single ‘Bobby, Don’t You Think They Know’ berates an unspecified, drug~hungry singer over bursts of ‘90s Garbage electro rock, psychedelic sax solos and choruses of wailing gospel noir from Motown legend Thelma Houston. Playing it safe, both politically and musically, is clearly a thing of Morrissey’s past.
•Ψ    Still, there are reassurances for the Smithsophiles. Johnny Marr~like piano riffs lurk beneath ‘Bobby…’’s electronic quivers and fizzes. The glowering title track is built on the same sort of heel~click rhythms as ‘Frankly, Mr Shankly’ and ‘Girlfriend In A Coma’. ‘What Kind Of People Live In These Houses?’ wittily imagines the sad, dull lives of the suburban sheep to the tune of a classic country folk jangle. That track is bedecked with some prime Moz wordplay: “What carpet~chewer lights up this sewer? / And which rough~trade strangers flail around these chambers?”. ‘Knockabout World’ places one of Moz’s euphoric swells of sunburst victimisation (“They kicked to kill you… They tried to turn you into a public target”) atop icy ‘80s beats reminiscent of Yazoo’s ‘Only You’.
•Ψ    Stop listening there and you’d have an intrepid and near~faultless mini~album that welcomes all flavours of music’s borderless modern age, to which all corners of a Question Time audience could nod along to guilt~free.    
•Ψ    Unfortunately, things slacken off sharply in the album’s back end. ‘Darling, I Hug The Pillow’, with its cheesy Mariachi trumpets, stuck~on squelches and Wedding Present~on~downers vibe, goes nowhere slowly. ‘Once I Saw The River Clean’ is what you might get if you programmed a 1970s AI to write a Morrissey song — a tale of walking around a windswept Manchester with his grandmother to buy 20 fags and a T Rex single, getting change from a quid and playing by some graves. And ‘The Secret Of Music’ is nigh~on eight minutes of plodding avant garde crankiness accompanied by disjointed phrases (“I am out~of~tune violin“, “pan~pipes save a life”, “fat bassoon clears the room”). He should have kept that one under his hat.
•Ψ    Few giant leaps nail the perfect landing, and Morrissey’s two~footer into full~blown electronica stumbles occasionally. But there’s also plenty of reason to hold your political nose and cross the Twittermob line. You may no longer leap onstage to hug him like a soul mate, but judged on purely artistic terms this is an interesting album. Whether you can separate it from his opinions, dear reader, is one for the darker nights.