"There are two types of Smiths fan. One type believes that Morrisey drives the band. The other believes Johnny Marr does. (I will only talk about The Smiths in the present tense. Deal.) Granted, those of us in the Johnny Marr camp need a few drinks to argue the case successfully. But we eventually win because of the happy haze of a drunken Rickenbacker guitar."
Any history of the American pop song has a chapter towards the end titled something like “Paul Westerberg,” or it's not worth reading.
But for however briefly, PM Dawn was cosmic rays, man. Don't front--if you've read this far you know that song was the jam in '91-'92. It was catchy and infectious.
Ready to Die has always been in my present, the only one of them that speaks to me now exactly as it did then.