Hatful of Hollow

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レーベル:Warner Bros / Wea
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  1. William, It Was Really Nothing
  2. What Difference Does It Make?
  3. These Things Take Time
  4. This Charming Man
  5. How Soon Is Now?
  6. Handsome Devil
  7. Hand In Glove
  8. Still Ill
  9. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
  10. This Night Has Opened My Eyes
  11. You've Got Everything Now
  12. Accept Yourself
  13. Girl Afraid
  14. Back To The Old House
  15. Reel Around The Fountain
  16. Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
The Smiths tend to be thought of as a band one grows out of--music you listened to as a depressed adolescent and then abandoned when you overcame it all. Such a notion denies them their place in the rock pantheon, not only as an inspiration to countless indie-rock outfits but also as the band that challenged the received wisdom of rock & roll machismo. Fronted by the fey, sexually ambiguous Steven Patrick Morrissey, who married painfully honest lyrics--almost embarrassing in their self-effacement--with arch humor and a melancholic delivery, the British band was quite an anomaly to an America still emerging from the bloated-rock tyranny of the likes of Journey and REO Speedwagon. Hatful of Hollow, released as an import in 1984 and domestically in 1993, is a collection of singles, many recorded live for various radio shows. More-muscular versions of most of the tracks here can be found on the collection Louder Than Bombs, but Hatful has a vitality to it that the studio-bound, somewhat antiseptic Bombs lacks. Check out Johnny Marr's delicate acoustic guitar on the aching "Back to the Old House" or the band's looser workouts of such now-classics as "This Charming Man" and "Still Ill." Two songs not found on other albums make this a must for fans: "Handsome Devil" and "Accept Yourself," a bouncy, jangly number on which Morrissey croons convincingly, "Others conquered love, but I ran / I sat in my room and I drew up a plan." Perfect music for your awkward inner child. --Steve Landau