Even for Morrissey fans accustomed to being talked down to — and let's be honest, over the years, by necessity and definition, that's all of us — his 10th solo release feels like a glove-slap in the face. The title is World Peace is None of Your Business (Harvest/Capitol); it also serves as the opening salvo, the first words he sings and the overall zeitgeist of a tormented ringleader and pop icon who might well be known as Moz the Great and Powerful, a lonesome, cantankerous melody wizard casting aspersions from behind an elaborate curtain — not only on the murderous meat puppets and warmongering profiteers he always went after, but on you, me, record labels, tour mates, everyone. Whither the subtle wit and self-deprecating empathy of this charming man in blunt objects like "Each time you vote / You support the process" and "Work hard and sweetly pay your taxes, never asking what for / Oh, you poor little fool"? And still, we kiss the fist: here because the sweeping "World Peace" is not just the best song on the album, but one of the most elegant condescensions in a solo career that now has outstripped The Smiths' four-to-one (in longevity if not quality); and at large because, if we're being honest, it's better to be insulted by Morrissey than complimented by Maroon 5. Tickets $52.35-$104.90.