It's often difficult to critically analyze a much-beloved artist, because the reviewer's tendency is to excuse irksome traits or loathsome sonic detours simply because of past greatness. And so while it's tempting to give Morrissey a free pass for hauling in a children's choir for several songs on his eighth solo studio album -- in fact, the sing-songy rug rats add to the creepy patricide vibe on the otherwise brilliant pop stomp "The Father Who Must Be Killed" -- ultimately their soprano nattering leaves a sour taste. Still, Morrissey has included enough... More >>>