Troy's Keen writes:

Ambitious Outsiders has "Irish Blood, English Heart" recorded in Berkeley available for download...
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The same version (provided by Michael) is available also at Mrs. Shankly's mp3/video of the week.

gonzo writes:

An extremely positive review of the Royal Albert Hall show, especially the comments regarding new songs. The concert was awarded 4 stars out of 5. Follow the link:

Morrissey, Royal Albert Hall, London - by Dorian Lynskey, The Guardian
Thursday September 19, 2002

Excerpt:

While some musical icons sully their mystique by embarking on ill-advised drum'n'bass ventures or hanging out with Keith Allen, Morrissey's consistency is admirable. Recent glimpses of the former Smiths frontman's life in Los Angeles reveal a man still sexlessly reclusive, still seething over perceived injustices and still utterly convinced of his own genius, even though no record label has deigned to offer him a deal.

Fortunately, there are enough fans who share Morrissey's conviction to sell out two nights at the Albert Hall. The place is teeming with greying quiffs, Smiths T-shirts and gladioli, the singer's old trademark. One pair wield a Liverpool FC flag emblazoned with the title of a Smiths song, There Is a Light That Never Goes Out.

Grillo sends the link:

Morrissey - Royal Albert Hall by Stephen Dalton. Times Online, Sept. 19, 2002

Excerpt:

THERE was a hint of the old cocksure swagger when Morrissey took the stage, despite having no record label and a virtually dormant pop career.

Still in fine voice and looking relatively youthful at 43, the former Smiths frontman returned from Hollywood exile to shore up his fading reputation. Like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, he resembled an old-fashioned star in a cheap, vulgar, new world.

Miss Wilde writes:

Journalists just can't stop mentioning his girth!!

Morrissey, Albert Hall, London - The Independent

Excerpt:

He's older, greyer, and more sorely missed than ever
By Fiona Sturges
18 September 2002

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. It's certainly a fitting adage for our enduring preoccupation with Steven Patrick Morrissey, the erstwhile frontman of the Smiths.

From the second he arrives on stage the atmosphere is one of evangelical obeisance. At 43, Morrissey's girth may be a little wider and his hair a little greyer, but his presence still fills a room, even one as big as the Albert Hall. Tonight he's in an unusually chipper mood too, cracking jokes at the expense of the press and the music industry and welcoming us "to an evening of poetry set to music".

Maybe the tide is turning for Morrissey once more. In a climate when pop stars are created via televised auditions and decent lyrics are a thing of the past, he's sorely missed.