Given Firefly’s strong college-party vibes, a live act like Morrissey brings with him some uncertainty. How would the young. muddy masses take to a dry, older crooner tackling heartbreak and institutionalized racism in the same set? Pretty well, actually — but not that well. When Moz paused halfway through to ask, “Do you want us to leave?” it seemed prickly, though he was probably just fishing for a compliment. The crowd, bless their hearts, might’ve just been exhausted (long day in the sun), and to be fair, “I’m Throwing My Arms Around Paris” is a little gray in tone. Moz sensed that a wake-up called was needed, so naturally, he dove headfirst into “Meat Is Murder” as scenes from slaughterhouses played on the massive screen behind him. People filed out, older dudes made defensive jokes, and one girl even started crying. But Moz wasn’t done! After the seven-minute ordeal, he led the band through “What She Said” as a reward, or a thank you, or likely because it’s what he wants. And Moz always gets what he wants.