The mechanics of devotion; Morrissey as, essentially, a literary creature. Songs sculpted by narrative inflexion. Songs populated by caricature, such delicious grotesques. Loafing oafs in all-night chemists. Just some rain-coated lovers’ puny brothers – these are characters from Beckett, not denizens of disposable, three minute slices of pop.
‘Now My Heart Is Full’ is a deeply engaging method of kicking off an album. There’s an air of forebodement from the opening chords onwards – There’s gonna be some trouble, a whole house will need rebuilding – yet amid the strands of imagery these sinister implications are never overplayed. Instead, the lyrics point to a thematic coherence that sets the tone of the entire album; lines suggestive of grainy English cinema, full of dark streets and shadows. Hence the literary / cinematic aspect, the creation of a slightly altered reality where obscure actors and gangster protagonists of Brighton Rock stalk each verse. There’s also a fragility to all this, tendrils of tenderness echoed in Boz Boorer’s delicious fretwork. Thus the end result is something evocative, enigmatic, even sultry. I genuinely can’t think of a more effective opening track.
Morrissey / Now My Heart Is Full