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This song felt like an epic in 1983, The Smiths Freebird or Stairway to Heaven, there's even a structural similarity to Stairway which reflects the lesser explored heavy rock influences on The Smiths music. This song was probably the beginning of the 'miserabilism' label attached to The Smiths and Morrissey in particular. Essentially it's a riot of a song that was a live tour de force showcasing the power of The Smiths as a musical maelstrom, a tune that dragged the audience to into it's crescendo and pulverised them. In 1983 I was evengelising for The Smiths and would play this song to the hard rockers I knew, pointing out Johnny Marr's searing guitar work, the first hints of something like a solo, an elucidating riff, heard in the spaces between Morrissey's gloomy poetics. However gloomy it may feel, it was funny to Mancunian ears, a wryness and mock scorn in the lyrics that soon became Morrissey's signifier, the Whalley Range couplet being incredibly funny if you knew the area then, a place that always seemed overcast, with young people gated in old schools of academic repute, as waylaid and washed up artists and old time drug dealers inhabited the huge Victorian houses.

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