Album: Meat is Murder
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“It’s written all over my face”
Meat is Murder was a strange beast: side one was uniformly great and side two — outside of the U.S. addendum of “How Soon is Now?” — er, wasn’t, as after a decent (another) rockabilly tune and an atmospheric one, it closed with two duds. Johnny Marr’s tuneless experiment with blue-eyed funk went nowhere fast and his decision to make the title track a dirge was far less admirable than his decision to instantly go vegetarian in support of his partner.