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I feel like for the past week I’ve been surrounded by a bunch of old farts (OK not that much older then me mid-late 30s) talking about how great Britpop and Grunge were. Being that it is apparently 20 years since Britpop appeared, and Grunge ended (since Kurt Cobain committed suicide.)

As someone who did not care for either at the time, it has pretty much been unbearable. Even the TV schedules have been looking through their rose tinted spectacles. 

Save for some of the big singles which were inescapable during that mid 90s era, I was too busy listening to dance music - which at that time had just started to mutate into other sub genres formed from house and techno. 

Doing a quick search of the “top 100” albums of that decade, both Pitchfork and Fact seem to have picked albums that NO ONE was listening to during that decade, not even the band’s mums! All this holier then thou hipster crap and it was just a list of no hit wonders. Those albums might be great in retrospect, but they hardly sum up the era now do they. 

There is now an online archive that houses all the old issues of what was my (and many other peoples) bible - MUZIK. I do have a habit of reading the old issues, mainly cause my mother made me throw away a load of the back issues, and the only ones that survived were from the early 00s when I was at art college. So I am going to see if they have anything in any of the old issues regarding album lists, as I am fed up of seeing crap like Portishead being the only vaguely dance orientated thing in top 90s album lists online. 

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FACEHUGS FOR EVERYONE
I badly want this to be a real book!

FACEHUGS FOR EVERYONE

I badly want this to be a real book!

Hens teeth event in NCL at the end of the month.
Get on it!
BERKSHIRE GOES BALEARIC 
GREAT LITTLE DOCUMENTARY ON THE BERKSHIRE BALEARIC SCENE IN THE LATE 80s. CATCH UP ON 4OD.

Boys Own, East Grinstead, August 1989