Lana del Rey, deep dive (part I)
I more or less stopped listening to music by new artists in around 2010, resigning myself thereafter to releases by […]
I more or less stopped listening to music by new artists in around 2010, resigning myself thereafter to releases by […]
Continued from part I. Blur (1997)The second half of the 90s was punctuated by a succession of Britpop hangover records,
I strongly disliked Blur when I was growing up; affected, effete, bourgeois southern softies, bête noires to the authentic working-class
I consider myself something of a connoisseur when it comes to synthpop, and yet I had never listened to or
I was a mere 12 years old during the heyday of Britpop, so I only came to an appreciation of
Radiohead are not my favourite band (though they’re in the top five), they’re not the most historically significant in rock
There’s no doubt that the doyens of Britpop got plenty of airplay and sold millions of records, but it was
Brett Anderson was Britpop’s androgynous freak, Damon Albarn its brattish mockney jester, the Gallagher brothers its scowling rock’n’roll hardmen. Jarvis
Britain in 1995. The Mutually Assured Destruction of the Cold War is but a distant memory, the Islamic terrorism of
“If punk was about getting rid of hippies, then I’m getting rid of grunge”. Suffice to say, a lot of