Thirty-seven minutes.

That’s how long The Queen Is Dead allows its listeners to venture through a world of sleazy record label execs, unrequited love, regicide, suicide, organized religion, women’s bodies, dead poets, and pretty much every other theme imaginable. In ten songs on one album lasting 37 minutes, The Smiths definitively summed up the personal, political and socioeconomic challenges of life in Maggie Thatcher’s 1980s United Kingdom.

Three decades later, the album proves that the more things change, the more they stay the same. The songs have lost not one note of relatability, the music industry is as corrupt and shallow as ever (ask Kesha), and Morrissey seems no keener on his Queen Ellie than when the album was first released.

The Queen Is Dead, the album that epitomizes Morrissey’s well, Morrissey-est lyrics, celebrates the 30th anniversary of it’s release on June 16th. Give it a spin and relive 37 minutes of heartbreaking lament, witty turns of phrase, and slyly sassy insults. The pleasure, the privilege, is yours.