career-long complexion. He submits a dozen songs to crystalline modern engineering and arrangements that place selective bits of mandolin, flute, harp and synthesizer in guitar-and-rhythm grooves, moving forward without losing his identity.
The songs are top-shelf. On "America Is Not the World," Morrissey rises up to speak for the current European hostility and heartbreak concerning U.S. foreign policy. "America, your belly's too big," he sings; but before you can write him off as just a player hater, the Los Angeles resident finishes the song by repeating, "America/I love you." On "Irish Blood, English Heart" and "I Have Forgiven Jesus," Morrissey returns to his famous critiques of, respectively, U.K. society and organized religion. In a spectacular bit of contradiction, he follows "Come Back to Camden," a stirring ballad where Morrissey ends up promising a lover that he'll "be good," with a calmly defiant no-apologies dance tune titled "I'm Not Sorry." The album, like Morrissey's tenor, never stops defining and reinventing itself. The world, as Morrissey leaps to declare in one song, continues to be full of crashing bores. But
You Are the Quarry is a triumph ofmaladjusted vitality.
The dignified one's first album in seven years finds plenty of desperate comedy amidst truly heartfelt odes to his new home in America and his English past. The songs carry a glammy punch, with the folksier ballads driven by his undiminished, unmistakable croon. "First of the Gang to Die" is Morrissey in top form.
