Smith and Lessons
Good Charlotte is one of the biggest bands in the nation right now, a pop-punk quintet that's played the MTV Video Music Awards, graced the cover of Rolling Stone and sold over three million copies of its latest disc, The Young and the Hopeless. To Good Charlotte vocalist Joel Madden, all of these achievements pale in comparison to a recent impromptu karaoke session he did while prepping for the band's next release.
"We were practicing at this practice space in L.A., and Morrissey's band was there," Madden relates. "We were hanging out. They were practicing, but Morrissey wasn't there, and they let me go in and sing 'Suedehead' while they played it. It was awesome. It was probably one of the coolest things I've ever done in my life."
Madden's fanaticism represents an interesting shift in the legacy of Morrissey, a 45-year-old native of Manchester, England. His former band, the Smiths, inspired legions of anemic janglepoppers and dramatic goth bands drowning in eyeliner. But stars of the punk, metalcore and screamo movements -- bands like Converge, the Bronx, Superjoint Ritual, Dillinger Escape Plan, Brand New and Bleeding Through, for example -- are the ones now naming Morrissey and the Smiths as major influences on their ear-bludgeoning screams, harsh hooks and jackknifing chords.
Musically speaking, these heavyweights have almost nothing to do with the Mozzer's solo dabblings in glam (1992's Your Arsenal), elegant synth politics (1988's Viva Hate) or epic guitar wankery (1995's underrated Southpaw Grammar), much less his excellent but mid-tempo new disc, You Are the Quarry. Just what is it about his dulcet croon that makes the tattooed nation weak in the knees?
"I find it really interesting that the bands who seem most influenced by the Smiths and Morrissey have taken nothing sonically from them," says Spin scribe Chuck Klosterman, who has written about Morrissey's huge Latino fan base. "They only take the idea of what the band represented. What has lived on from the Smiths -- in a weird way, it's not even the music.
"What has lived on is the idea of a band being what alienated teenagers can relate to -- the idea of being intelligent and ironic and sad, all at the same time. That's one thing, when you see these emo bands, that to me is the closest connection to the Smiths and to Morrissey -- this idea that being sad proves you're smart."
In other words, this burgeoning movement has become the popular way for today's disaffected and angst-ridden adolescents to express their emotions, just as Morrissey spoke for teens a decade or two ago. It makes a lot of sense: Bands who grew up listening to Morrissey internalized what made his music different -- its vulnerability, cathartic expressions of loneliness, brutal honesty, total disregard for prevailing trends -- and applied it to the way they approach their music now. In fact, when people dismiss emo bands for their juvenile themes, they might as well be brushing off Morrissey, too, because both address the same worries and insecurities of the demographic that fears being "sixteen, clumsy and shy" or "half a person."
"Moz was one of the earliest artists that affected me, who proved that it can be glorious to be a male detached from typical masculine archetypes, rather than shameful," AFI vocalist Davey Havok writes via e-mail. "[He] historically touches on feelings of isolation, detachment, bitterness and despair. These emotions easily translate into harsh, heavy-sounding music."
"His lyrical content speaks to a generation of people who are more into harder music," adds Chris Sorenson, the guitarist for Vaux -- a band that takes its name from Morrissey's 1994 album Vauxhall and I. "That song 'Hold on to Your Friends' to me is like an anthem. Coming from a hardcore background, it's all about who your friends are and being close, like a community."
But despite a few Top 25 Billboard-album-chart positions and an early-1990s surge of mainstream popularity, Morrissey's sentiments mostly resonate with only a cult following; as Klosterman says about his high school days, "People who liked the Smiths were considered to be very weird, very fringe. They were even outsiders among the outsiders." Yet there are few stigmas associated with being a metalcore enthusiast today. Maybe that's because such bands have taken Morrissey's sensitivity and "normalized" it into a style that, ironically, is accessible to more people despite its sonic harshness.
Morrissey hasn't become irrelevant during his seven-year recording hiatus, however. Indeed, the "me versus them" mentality that's present to varying degrees in the songs on Quarry is as anti-establishment as any modern punk anthem. One of the disc's many highlights is the ringing alterna-rocker "The First of the Gang to Die," on which he sings, "We are the Pretty Petty Thieves/And you're standing on our streets." "America Is Not the World," meanwhile, zings with the line, "America/Your head's too big/Because America /Your belly's too big." Quarry's music is also stubbornly contrary. Although Morrissey had help from producer Jerry Finn -- whose rock know-how buffs up the arena sheen of "Irish Blood, English Heart" and the creeping monster chords of "How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?" -- "I'm Not Sorry" features a docile flute, and "Come Back to Camden" is a string-laden slow-dance weeper.
There's also nothing ancient about Morrissey's live act, which he'll be showing off as one of the headliners of Lollapalooza this summer. (The tour is slated to make a stop in Denver on Monday, July 26, and Tuesday, July 27, at Coors Amphitheatre.) There were fans as young as six at his late-April show in Los Angeles, his adopted home town, and he purred solo favorites such as "Everyday Is Like Sunday" and "Hairdresser on Fire" with sweeping gusto. He also preened like Elvis and dodged countless stage invaders with cool aplomb amid pristine readings of Smiths chestnuts such as "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" and a fiery "Hand in Glove." In his dapper red shirt, Morrissey more closely resembled a swanky nightclub entertainer than an alternative rocker -- a classic pose that's not lost on Madden.
"There's no way you could ever be like Morrissey. He's just his own thing," Madden says. "To me, it's more like [Frank] Sinatra or Dean Martin. Sinatra also said things that no one else could say in a way that no one else could say them. They're two totally different singers, don't get me wrong -- but they each have things that captivate you, and when you love him, you love him."
Madden has a point. Like the debonair members of the Rat Pack, Morrissey isn't merely a musician. He's an untouchable icon first and foremost -- a figure of sorrow, understanding and unrequited love whose myth and mystery is sometimes more famous than his music.
It's fitting that the angst and melancholy Morrissey started preaching twenty-odd years ago has finally gotten its mainstream due now, in a completely different form. He's never achieved fame through normal means; why should his influence be traditional? After all, if doing things "my way" is good enough for Ol' Blue Eyes, it's good enough for Morrissey. In fact, he cued up that very song a few minutes after slipping off the stage in L.A.
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