The now-dead Gene is easily The Smiths’ less gay, less flamboyant, and less annoying (!) little brother. Sorry, but its so easy to imagine Morrissey singing on every track, but that’s not saying singer Martin Rossiter’s disposable; his fragile, wanting-to-be-loved persona is immensely engaging. Morrissey is splendid and all, but I’d easily butcher him if he sings in one of my non-compromising moods.
Highlights from the concert DVD include the mild local rock radio hit “Where are they now?” (You see i can not stand alone, I’m incapable of breathing, incapable of love), and almost everything else. I’m pretty familiar with most of the songs, since I’ve had a CD-to-tape copy of their To See The Lights double-cd album since college.
As an afterthought, I’m glad we’ll always have brilliant bands like Gene to remember by (and pity everyone else that they should listen to the loads of bullcrap music they get exposed to now).