One of Morrissey’s gayer songs. Morrissey has said he wrote this tune in a fit of frustration after being unable to secure a hairdresser’s appointment or somesuch. Moz is a man whose identity is closely tied to his hairstyle, so he is one to understand precisely the power to transform or totally destroy that the hairdresser wields. As someone who takes pride in doing her own hair, I don’t fully understand this sort of symbiotic relationship that people develop with their stylists, but apparently it’s a very powerful thing. I have a friend who used to drive four hours to another state for a hair appointment. Don’t know if she still does that, but I thought it was mightily insane. Clearly, people are just at the mercy of whomever they’re paying to wield the clippers.