Found this from (of all places) The Guardian in an article entitled: Morrissey: 10 of the best:
"The Smiths often dallied with strange, theatrical sound-effects, with hit-and-miss results: the happy hubbub and chattering crowds of Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me does wonders in making the lovelorn loneliness bite all the harder; the mournful, bovine mooing on Meat Is Murder, meanwhile, sounds a little like a collaboration with a particularly sulky Ermintrude. But none of them can match Speedway and that violent chainsaw buzz that splits the song in two in the opening 20 seconds; the way that, by yanking a rip-cord, he shreds the peaceful intro to pieces and slices apart everything you were so sure the song was going to be about. Speedway’s a song that’s forever toying with you, pulling you this way and that, see-sawing from the verse’s queasy guitar to the chorus’s shuddering euphoria. And then there are Morrissey’s lyrics: none of the usual snideness or sniping, and admitting that all his enemies may just have a point after all. “All of the rumours keeping me grounded/ I never said, I never said that they were completely unfounded,” he confides. But, just as he seems on the verge of grand confession, he stumbles upon a scrap of pride, some strange and unexplained victory, and stubbornly declares: “I could have dragged you in, guilt by implication, by association/ But I’ve always been true to you.” It’s only when it’s done that you realise that, for all the grandstanding, the big secret remains untold – and that even here, at his seemingly most candid, he’s still too slippery to be caught out."