I’ve approached music from the 1990’s gingerly because it was the period of my adolescence. Most of us form very strong attachments to the music playing while our pubes were popping, and those attachments generate a defensive protectiveness that distorts perception. We respond to anyone who attacks the music we first fucked to by throwing a tantrum and refusing to come out of our rooms. Music appeals to emotion above all, and adolescence is a cauldron of emotion.
I lost a good part of that attachment during a period in the 2000’s when I didn’t pay much attention to music. When I took up the habit again, I naturally went back to my music—the grunge, punk and Brit-pop of the 90’s. I found the experience rather embarrassing: I couldn’t believe I actually liked the crap I was hearing. Still, emotions run deep, so I’ve avoided doing reviews of several albums I was quite attached to: I don’t trust my ears when I listen to them.
You’ll find Radiohead, Oasis, Richard Thompson, PJ Harvey and my Britpop series in their own menus. Reviews of Ani Di Franco, Sade and Sinéad O’Connor can be accessed through the Great Broads menu. As for the rest . . .
- Nevermind, Nirvana
- Angel Tiger, June Tabor
- Libre, Alejandra Guzman
- Last Splash, The Breeders
- Smash, The Offspring
- That Secret Place, Patti Austin
- A Boy Named Goo, The Goo Goo Dolls
- And Out Come the Wolves, Rancid
- Post, Bjork
- Tierradentro, Claudia Gomez
- Bandits (Film Soundtrack)
- The Colour and the Shape, Foo Fighters
- Third Eye Blind
- Oremi by Angélique Kidjo
- Enema of the State, Blink-182
- There’s Nothing Left to Lose, Foo Fighters