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A Morrissey tribute band separates the art from the artist – but I still end up feeling queasy | Zoe Williams
His 2004 song Irish Heart, English Blood turns out to have been a massively leading indicator of how ugly politics was going to become, writes Guardian columnist Zoe Williams
On Saturday night, I went to the Dublin Castle, a pub and music venue in Camden, north London, the fabled birthplace of Britpop. But I was there the night a guy set his hair on fire because he was trying to make a girl smell his shampoo and he accidentally leaned over someone lighting a cigarette. Morrissey, by contrast, lives his life as a constant provocation, peddling tired far-right tropes ( Hitler was leftwing, actually) and dumb, crotchety attacks on Sadiq Khan, which is just not-quite-deniable Islamophobia for the basic.
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