MORRISSEY’S quixotic trawl through his back passages has reached 1992’s Your Arsenal, his third post-Smiths album.

This reissue is the Definitive Master of his definitive solo record, the one that gave him his American breakthrough. Ever the traditionalist, he divided it into two sides of five songs, both recorded with David Bowie’s Glam-era guitarist Mick Ronson as producer and a new band that gave Morrissey a muscular swagger but a pop tenderness too after the dark bruises of his Seventies’ recollections of glue-sniffing, football hooligans and the Far Right on Glamorous Glue, We’ll Let You Know and The National Front Disco respectively.

The waspish wit and pop bounce was back on We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful and You’re The One For Me Fatty, and where his previous repackages have seemed peevish,his switch to the US mix of Tomorrow is bang-on. The unreleased bonus DVD of Morrissey in Elvis gold in concert at the Shoreline Amphitheatre is not his master’s voice at its best but the adoration is as religious as ever.