Steven Morrissey is simply one of our most underrated writers or poets who, I believe, will only be fully recognised posthumously. His lyrics have been described as 'dramatic and bleak, humourous vignettes about doomed relationships, lonely nightclubs, the burden of the past and the prison of the home'.

Constantly referencing the 'kitchen sink' - style social realism of late 1950s and early 1960s television plays, Coronation Street's Elsie Tanner, actor James Dean, Moors murderer Myra Hindley, as well as authors Oscar Wilde and Shelagh Delaney, he is quintessentially fascinated by the English.

Morrissey has a fair few detractors but there are many more admirers out there of course. I suppose he's a love-to-hate character. He rubs people up the wrong way occasionally, and those things tend to overlook what he's most brilliant at, his words. I'm not necessarily someone who is immediately attracted to words but in this case, they kind of slap you in the face, with certain phrases grabbing your attention in the most evocative and nostalgic way.

Given I am so interested in sound design and orchestration, this is perhaps the odd one out of my choices. Musically, the Mozza records are not always that inspiring, although 'Quarry' is one of the best in that regard. They don't tend to expand much beyond a fairly standard rock approach, or indulge in any unusual production techniques, but somehow all that is transcended because the melodies and words are so unusual. I'd be very curious to hear what Morrissey would sound like within a more interesting musical framework - something with more depth and variety to it. I'd love to hear more of that from him, because I think it would take his records to a whole new level.

The album has proven to be one of his most popular, selling over a million copies and making it his most successful, solo or with The Smiths.

Specific choice:

'Come Back to Camden'

There is something I wanted to tell you, It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore

The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you'll find, despair and I, Calling to you with what's left of my heart, My heart, For evermore

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore

Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore


Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden

And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good