Festive 50 1988 Number 23

1988 was the year of Morrissey's much-anticipated solo album, although this song wasn't on it: it was a b-side, if I remember correctly. In December, he played his first solo gig in Wolverhampton. I've written here about how I didn't go.

Anyway, the song, which I love. It has great melodies, great hooks, lovely shimmer of a guitar, Moz's typical strength in adversity lyrics and lovelorn swoop of a vocal. It used to be Mozzer's final song of his live set, and the crowd would boo instead of the recorded version's applause when he sang: "This is the last song I will ever sing - "

Don't talk to me - no - about people who are nice
Because I have spent my whole life being ruined because of people who are nice