Oh Morrissey, so much to answer for.
Look. I know that he’s an awful man on pretty much every level, and really, he always has been. But I also know that I loved The Smiths fully, wholly and without reservation. And while at first, I could pretend it was always because of the insane guitar parts that Johnny Marr came up with, by the time of The Queen is Dead, if you asked me whether the Morrissey ruled the Marr or the Marr ruled the Morrissey, I would only answer, “I dunno.”