It is one of life’s greatest pleasures to be given the chance to watch the demigod Morrissey perform live. The Moz had an enduring success in his solo career, but nothing compares to the work he did with The Smiths, the immortal alternative-rock group whose songs epitomized lyrical literacy and musical jangle. They’re considered as the most important band to emerge from the British independent music scene in the 1980s.
The Smiths were formed in Manchester just as Margaret Thatcher’s reign as Prime Minister was getting into full swing. They were made up of the misanthropic lead vocalist Morrissey, Johnny Marr (guitars), Andy Rourke (bass), and Mike Joyce (drums). They penned some of the most romantic, despairing, and darkly-comic music ever to come out of England.
Making a list of my favorite The Smiths songs is much like a parent being asked which kid they love best. There really is no definitive answer, other than to say I love all of their work. The only certainty is, right now, “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” is my favorite The Smiths song of all time.
I’ll start with these five gems.

“How Soon Is Now” (Meat Is Murder, 1985)
Morrissey loathes his social anxiety issues in this compelling track. It’s a definite contender for the most famous song the group recorded and also one of their best, with the music rumbling below Morrissey in the mix, with a whole load of distortion amid Marr’s effects. For a band that specialized in intimacy, “How Soon Is Now” works surprisingly well as an ‘80s anthem. A cover of the song by Love Spit Love was used as the theme song of the hit TV series, Charmed for all eight of its seasons.

“Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” (Louder Than Bombs, 1987)
This track does such a searing job of capturing romantic longing and unrequited love. Marr’s guitar work here commands most of the attention, as his precision expertly drives the song’s achingly deliberate rhythm. But it’s not like Morrissey’s spare lyrics recede into the background in any way, as once again he makes brooding self-pity feel well-earned and warranted instead of just like the complaints of any random drama queen. If the ‘less is more’ philosophy has ever been used more effectively in pop music to communicate life-gripping despair, I certainly can’t come up with an example.

“Bigmouth Strikes Again” (The Queen Is Dead, 1986)
Perhaps no band within the early alternative-rock scene could sound as simultaneously buoyant and menacing as The Smiths, thanks to Morrissey’s haunting croon and cockeyed lyrical anger paired with Marr’s lively chord progressions. The opening lines to this track come on like a serial killer in the best possible way of which music is capable. Complete with chilling, high-pitched vocals from Morrissey himself, the song plumbs typical The Smiths depths of the human psyche, all the way from self-hatred to self-martyrdom and back. Comparisons to Joan of Arc notwithstanding, Morrissey demonstrated a complex self-evaluation unmatched in pop music.

“Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” (Hatful Of Hollow, 1984)
This jaunty tune showcases the keen ability of Marr and Morrissey to make music worthy of the intense sinking feeling reserved for only the most genuine, sobbing depression. Its melodic beauty holds a fierce power made even more piercing by the spare but breathtaking lyric that stands as one of the most affectingly accurate portraits of despair in all of pop music. For anyone who’s ever been happy ‘in the haze of a drunken hour’ and clung to the moment in a futile attempt to ward off the inevitable creeping dread of sobriety, this tune probes at an open wound in the soul. Perhaps there’s no badge of honor that comes from identifying with Morrissey’s uncanny grasp of psychological paralysis, but there is an enormous amount of truth there.

“There Is A Light That Never Goes Out” (The World Won’t Listen, 1987)
This is one of the most beautiful songs of the ’80s, an intensely personal declaration of desperate love that perfectly fits the quintessential teen love affair prototype: “I’d be happy to die for you.” The blend of Marr’s lovely verse melodies with the simply stated but incalculable emotion of Morrissey’s lyrics is nothing short of exquisite. In truth, I’m not sure if uncontrolled devotion that requires the participation of body, soul, and spirit can be expressed any better than the lyrics of this song.