“Britpop and I go way back. I remember the summer our love first bloomed, when a gaggle of UK melody slingers and guitar tinkerers saved me from the drooping cul de sac of my classic rock phase. I'd been ensconced in false notions of the categorical inferiority of new music for years, but just before I sank low enough to actually purchase a Black Oak Arkansas album, I unexpectedly became exposed to”
