His song selection was:
1 New York Dolls – (There’s Gonna Be Be A) Showdown
2 Marianne Faithful – Come And Stay With Me
3 Ramones – Loudmouth
4 Velvet Underground – The Black Angel’s Death Song
5 Klaus Nomi – Der Nussbaum
6 Nico – I’m Not Saying
7 Iggy and the Stooges – Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell
8 Mott the Hoople – Sea Diver

And he’d take the complete works of Oscar Wilde and a nice bed with him to the island. Yep. Sea Diver, what a fantastic song that is.

(#8 in a series of 10 albums that shaped my musical taste)

We took a deep breath and held it, in the late post-punk era. Not much joy in serried ranks of earnest young men in long grey raincoats poking desultorily at synthesisers. And that’s definitely what we were missing.. delight, glee, abandon. But we got what we wanted in the end.

Seems odd to take joy from a band oft accused of plumbing the depths of miserabilia? You had to be there. It’s hard to imagine the sheer animal hysteria in a Smiths audience, but I’ve never seen.. devotion like it, before or since.

Peals of chiming chords torn from Marr’s Rickerbacker, Rourke tunefully locked in with Joyce. The stage strewn with gladioli, callow youths a-faint with adulation hurling themselves at Morrissey.. Morrissey flailing, arms aloft, dizzy, elusive.

A few short days after the debut album release, they played Brighton Polytechnic. An impossibly long wait for the band (wasn’t there always, in the 80s?). A rapturous howling response and a lucky thirteen songs, the stage beseiged. I was thunderstruck, back out into the midnight air, dazed but euphoric.

Alas, you ruined the first album for me that night, gentlemen. Though the lyrical impact remained, it was no longer the sound of the majestic Smiths I’d seen, it was just too flat.. dry, distinctly un-thrilling. But later that year, out popped Hatful Of Hollow – their true debut, for me.

Each time I listen to it, I’m half my age and back in that audience, rapt.

P.S. Coming soon in part 9 of The Sacred Days You Gave Me: 1985