Anonymous backing band, poor song choices, stuttery gifs as backdrops, witless stage banter — there’s so much bad stuff that the good stuff has to really struggle to come through here, but when it’s working, one can see/hear that Morrissey has still got it when he actually decides to show up. The latter third, marked with a mournful “Life is a Pigsty (and followed only by legit classics, no more recent or unreleased songs), starts to feel like the old…
