In the world of music, 2004 is shaping up to be the Year The Implausible Happened. Who could have predicted the return of Peter Andre, or the fact that the hottest new guitar band in Britain would be four Glasgow art students with an image seemingly based on the guy in the Yakult advert who is interested in friendly bacteria? And who could have guessed that Morrissey's seventh solo album would open with a hip-hop breakbeat? Never has a mere rhythm been more likely to cause widespread consternation. This is Morrissey, bequiffed scourge of dance music and erstwhile hanger of DJs, who topped the charts during 1988's acid house Summer of Love with an album called Viva Hate.