Omg these guys!
I discovered them at the perfect time. Mid-adolescence. Reeling from a series of traumas. Trying to process the madness inherent to (my?) life. Their lyrics hit hard. They didn't just hold up a mirror to pain, sorrow, anxiety, etc. - it felt like they truly understood it (granting a precious, rare catharsis), and by simply existing they pointed a way out of it too. There was plenty of hope within their singular brand of sardonic misery-porn. And lots of fun, too! If you have five seconds to spare / Then I'll tell you the story of my life / Sixteen, clumsy, and shy - that's the story of my life. Like, what morose, lit-loving teen prone to overthinking is ever gonna resist stuff like that? I also loved that they presented an alternative vision of masculinity where sensitivity and feeling were foregrounded. And they were so very British (in that accented, awkward, 'multilayered neuroses' sense of the term). It felt like every other fucked up misfit at school was listening to Nirvana or Linkin Park or something. The Smiths very much felt mine.
I had 'I Know It's Over' (still one of my fave songs ever), 'Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me', 'There Is a Light That Never Goes Out' and 'Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want' on perma-repeat back then. I remember being completely floored the first time I bought Strangeways and encountered 'Last Night...' with its seemingly endless intro that I couldn't make sense of but knew I loved anyway and then: Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me / No hope, no harm, just another false alarm. Everything that they sung about felt so real to me, and sometimes they flung sucker-punches to the soul with such casual abandon that you didn't really grasp the impact of what they'd done until forced to reckon with the internal chaos they'd wreaked afterwards. I needed that, I think, and I loved them to bits for it.
So yeah, they were def one of the major bands of my youth. But I barely ever listen to them anymore. I'm not able or willing to separate art from the artists, though fortunately in most cases where that's advisable, I dislike the artist in question anyway. It's easy to wipe Morrissey's solo career from my life because it never had anywhere near the same impact ('Bengali in Platforms' set alarm bells ringing when I bought his debut, but teenage me was willing to pass it off as witty and I think was even grateful for the representation LOL). The Smiths = a harder proposition, natch. But if I have to be a consumer then I need to make better choices, be it boycotting nefarious conglomerates or, in this case, shitty individuals. I'd rather avoid the music whenever possible and have Morrissey receive zilch than have even a fraction of a penny get sent towards a bigoted broflake who'd prefer that I didn't exist so visibly (It takes strength to be gentle and kind, eh). The irony being, of course, that his words played a big part in making me feel like I belonged and that there were others of my mad old ilk out there in the world. Oh well!
Anyway, Morrissey can fuck off, but The Smiths remain the greatest band of their decade imo and if people are to discuss them then we should herald the talents of the other members more than we do. 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now', 'Barbarism Begins at Home', 'The Headmaster Ritual', etc. are flat-out bops even if you remove vocals from the equation entirely. I applaud their musicality, and I look forward to a day when I might be able to enjoy that again guilt-free.