Having a quick lie-down during the guitar interlude at the end of the raucously received "Irish Blood, English Heart," Morrissey sprang up to introduce the band and when time came to name himself, he offhandedly added, "And I'm a myth." Then he launched into "Let Me Kiss You" during which he tore his shirt open so that the buttons went flying then flung it into the audience where it must've been torn to shreds. It's become a tradition for Morrissey to change his shirt at least three times a night and tonight was no different. He doesn't look half bad for 49.
Throughout the show, Morrissey kept up his witty banter, occasionally throwing out philosophical aphorisms: "Art is a weapon. Songs are a weapon. Here's another." In all, Morrissey swanned across the stage and crooned sweetly to his mesmerized for an hour and a half. "First of the Gang to Die" served as a fitting encore because as soon as the band launched into it, the more daring of the audience started launching themselves at the stage. The first guy to attempt a stage invasion succeeded in grabbing Morrissey around the middle briefly, but all that followed (and many did) were caught and thrown back into the fray.
The Moz has definitely still got it.
-- OLGA BAS