deep dives
Lana Del Rey, deep dive (part II)
Continued from part I. Norman Fucking Rockwell! (2019)Norman Fucking Rockwell! signals the beginning of the second act of Lana Del Rey’s career. Her previous records
August 16, 2024
Continued from part I. Norman Fucking Rockwell! (2019)Norman Fucking Rockwell! signals the beginning of the second act of Lana Del Rey’s career. Her previous records
I more or less stopped listening to music by new artists in around 2010, resigning myself thereafter to releases by bands already familiar to me
Continued from part I. Blur (1997)The second half of the 90s was punctuated by a succession of Britpop hangover records, in which the scene’s buccaneering
I strongly disliked Blur when I was growing up; affected, effete, bourgeois southern softies, bête noires to the authentic working-class heroes of Oasis, a band
I was a mere 12 years old during the heyday of Britpop, so I only came to an appreciation of its doyens much later, in
Rock went underground in the 1980s. Yes, there was The Joshua Tree and Appetite for Destruction but, broadly speaking, the decade’s abiding tone was set
Continued from part I. Sleep Well Beast (2017)Boxer, High Violet and Trouble Will Find Me appeared within a six-year period which, interestingly, coincided almost perfectly
Understated ‘sad dad rock’ for depressed, middle-aged, middle-class, unhappily married men, is how a cynic might characterise the National’s music. As I slot very neatly
Alice in Chains made no impression on me as a teenager. I grew up in the UK, where grunge in general and this band in
Type O Negative were perhaps the paradigmatic purveyors, and maybe even the originators, of gothic metal music and, technically, they were only the fourth band