Frank Ocean and Morrissey were an on-the-surface odd pairing as headliners that also made a lot of sense: both are artists who clearly function according to their own interior rhythms and authority, both make music that can brutally emotional and nakedly honest. When Ocean cancelled, the obvious joke was that the sometimes-erratic Moz hadn’t yet. Kanye West and Morrissey were also an on-the-surface odd pairing as headliners that also made a lot of sense: both are thoroughly uncompromising when it comes to their personae as artists, both as much endearing and inspiring as they can be frustrating. Both are the kinds of artists who can show up a festival and burn everything down with the hits, as Kanye more or less opted to this time around, or could go more insular, follow their own thing and bore the casual listeners or the unfamiliar festivalgoers. Morrissey split some kind of difference last night — much more so than late in July, when he played what amounted to a somewhat anticlimactic set at Madison Square Garden. Early on, he dramatically proclaimed himself to be home (L.A. has been his adopted hometown over the years), knowing he was greeting a passionate crowd in this city. Where the MSG gig flagged significantly through the second half of the main set, Moz’s FYF set was almost as unstoppable as Kanye, just inherently more suited to the (very large) gathering of the devoted than to anything too universal. “The Queen Is Dead” and “Suedehead” opened the show in one of the best one-two punches you could put together in all of Morrissey’s catalogue; “Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before,” one of the best Smiths songs, showed up and would’ve made the whole night worth it even if Morrissey insisted banging his drum to “Meat Is Murder” the whole night. By the time the show began to reach its finale with “Now My Heart Is Full” and “What She Said,” it was easy to believe in the legend of Moz again.