The album has an unfinished feel, which can only be explained by the fact that it is musically incomplete. Or so the story goes. Apparently, Morrissey's musical collaborator on this album presented the singer with some rough ideas of where he wanted the album to go. Musically and socially inept Morrissey, either too compositionally-challenged or sheepish to suggest that the songs needed work, took the demos as the final product and ran with it, resulting in the snooze-fest that is Kill Uncle. Ah, it all comes together. I'll give him credit though - "Our Frank" is a genuinely catchy song, as is "Mute Witness". And "Driving Your Girlfriend Home" has the moments of subdued awkwardness that only Morrissey can reflect. But aside from those relative high points, the real trouble with this album is really the lyrics. They're all stinkers. What a let down.