Sleeve notes
The Smiths
The Queen Is Dead · 1986
The Smiths resolved a tension that seemed irresolvable: Morrissey's literary self-pity and bedroom despair married to Johnny Marr's exultant, sunlit jangle, and somehow the combination produced music that was simultaneously the most melancholic and the most joyful thing British indie had managed. The Smiths (1984), Meat Is Murder (1985), The Queen Is Dead (1986), and Strangeways, Here We Come (1987) — four studio albums in four years, each essentially complete, each finding new things to do with the same vocabulary.
The specificity of Morrissey's lyrics — Oscar Wilde quotations, provincial disaffection, suburban loneliness — prevented the music from generalizing into mere sadness, and the emotional precision made the despair funny in a way that still disarms people hearing it for the first time. Marr's guitar parts, which sound inevitable, were actually elaborately constructed: overdubbing four or five guitar tracks, using open tunings, playing lines that functioned as both melody and rhythm simultaneously. No band has been more cited as formative by British indie artists across three subsequent generations.

