There were many big cheers during the Morrissey show Saturday night at the
His arrival was met with an ovation. The doffing of his shirt during the melancholic yet sultry "Let Me Kiss You" evoked lusty hoots. Beatlemaniac al fervor erupted at the first hint of the ominous swaggering guitar surge of the Smiths classic "How Soon is Now?" And of course the closing of the regular set, with the thick grooves of " The National Front Disco," prompted the usual encore chanting. But it was the simple act of leaving the stage -- to procure a new shirt -- and returning that garnered perhaps the most feverish appreciation.
"You see I went and then I came back. Absolutely amazing," quipped the Mozzer.
You see the first time he did that, on June 26, he didn't come back. Sidelined by a throat ailment , Morrissey postponed the rest of the show. (And several dates thereafter. )
For those who were able, and willing, to attend the make-up date, Saturday night's exhilarating, note-perfect performance was the best kind of apology. No formal one was forthcoming from the stage , but he did arrive in a tux and melodramatically prostrate himself in supplication .
Acknowledging the rows of empty seats at the back of the Pavilion, for what was originally a sold-out show, Morrissey offered an insouciant raspberry to "the nasty little minority who had refunds." (Mercifully, the brutal humidity that swamped the first show did not make the return engagement either.)
Mrs. Morrissey didn't raise no fool , as her son wisely frontloaded the well-paced, 90-minute show with crowd favorites like apropos opener "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want," "How Soon is Now?", the swinging "First of the Gang to the Die," and the dreamy "Every Day is Like Sunday."
As is typical, Morrissey's band -- driven by the twin engines of guitarist Boz Boorer and meticulous but hard-hitting drummer Matt Walker -- backed his creamy croon with taste and fire, making dramatic shifts in dynamic and tempo from the pop flounce of "Girlfriend in a Coma" to the prog-rock theatrics of "Life Is a Pig Sty."
From the volume and intensity of the response of the famously ardent Morrissey fan base, all was clearly forgiven.
Opener Kristeen Young reprised her shrieky Bjork-meets-Tori Amos opening set.