{"id":66,"date":"2015-09-23T09:00:42","date_gmt":"2015-09-23T08:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sergiomessina.com\/moss\/?p=66"},"modified":"2021-04-05T16:46:25","modified_gmt":"2021-04-05T15:46:25","slug":"meat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sergiomessina.com\/moss\/meat\/","title":{"rendered":"Meat"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Smiths<\/a>: Meat is murder<\/strong> (1985)<\/p>\n

\"Smiths\"Full disclosure: I never liked the Smiths, not even in the 80s, when they were actually relevant. To me, they sounded like whining, depressed english guys singing to whining depressed, english teenagers. 30 years later I haven’t changed opinion but, being older, I discovered a new dimension to Morrissey<\/a>: he is hilarious. I mean: “British singer Morrissey has accused<\/a> a Transportation Security Administration officer of sexually assaulting him earlier this week at a security checkpoint at the San Francisco International Airport.” Now picture James Brown or Lemmy doing that.<\/p>\n

The song Meat is murder<\/em> is also pretty funny, with mooing cows and sad english guitars. There is nothing sophisticated about this song. It’s a simple and effective tool to gather consensus: “Closer comes the screaming knife, this beautiful creature must die, a death for no reason is MURDER”. Please. But the actual truth is that this tune, included in their 1985 Meat is murder<\/a> album, has been the first Pop song to endorse vegetarianism, and it’s still an anthem for postpunk vegetarians today. Meat is murder<\/em> actually convinced quite a number of people to stop eating meat; this is quite a feat for a song – and I bow to that. I’m not a vegetarian, but I can see the point of talking people into eating less meat – even scaring them with whining, depressing music, I guess.<\/p>\n\nhttp:\/\/www.sergiomessina.com\/moss\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/mim.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

buy from amazon<\/a> \u2022 buy from itunes<\/a> \u2022 play on spotify<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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Nat King Cole<\/a> and Johnny Mercer<\/a>: Save the bones for Henry Jones<\/strong> (1947)<\/p>\n