A pity party on steroids. Grow a pair, Morrissey.
This lame video whine represents an appeal to the remaining trapped Cult members to Keep The Faith. It refuses to engage with consensual reality. It mawkishly appropriates the victims of Manchester terror to burnish Morrissey's fake credentials as a compassionate person rather than a naked careerist who tried to co-opt Manchester deaths for PR purposes as surely as he did with Bataclan.
It's quite pleasing to listen to this at half-speed on YouTube. It gives it a sedated, lobotomised aura which is entirely appropriate given the mendacious drivel Morrissey opines. One can only smile to think of him writhing in his sheets tonight, realising he has absolutely blown it, thrown away any legacy such that he now faces an eternity of ridicule as a Crank-Fraud. Well, a few years of ridicule then people will just be bored and put him on Ignore. For ever.
The die is now cast. He has decided to double down on his delusionality, to Carry On Conspiracy-ing every person and institution that is finally calling him out as a vextious troll. Unable to deny the reality of his own spoken words, he now retreats to implausible attempts to claim that there is a 'conspiracy to misinterpret' what clearly doesn't need any interpretation whatsoever.
Morrissey had the option of releasing 'Low In High School' and comporting himself with some degree of dignity and decorum. Instead he chose from the outset to troll his audience and casual listeners with a provocative and irrelevant interjection into a BBC radio performance wherein he weaponised UKIP for his own troll-arsenal.
There is no 'mea culpa' here, just more butt-hurt nonsense.
The most delicious irony of many is the fact that an album launch campaign that began with Morrissey imploring peope to 'stop reading the news' ends with abject failure as he is forced to respond to the tsunami of criticism he has justifiably faced in print and online. Quite clearly he studies the news intently, at least in so far as it relates to his dwindling career prospects.
Given his claim to 'remember Manchester', interested observers might ponder why he failed to write a song to honour them, preferring instead to fill his new album full of idiotically simplistic political denunciations of obvious targets such as the police and the armed forces: the very people we depend upon to protect us from terror this Xmas.
I've come to wish you an unhappy Christmas Morrissey....burn in hell...you deserve every scorching flame of pain and humiliation you have brought upon yourself with your insipid arrogance.
with every good wish
BrummieBoy
ps: Please do find time to play this monologue at half-speed and also 'Jacky'. Both sound hilarious when pumped full of anti-psychotic drugs....