Two weekends ago I was standing in a Yorkshire field shouting myself hoarse, in the pouring rain, as not Morrisey (and the rest of the not Smiths) put in a totes realistic performance on stage at Tribfest 2013.
Today I found this:
*press play*
Yep.
That’s right.
Kinda good.
In a kinda bad kinda way.
Erm.
Kinda.