So 'The Stone Roses' was released 20 years ago this weekend.
As a debut album, it was astonishing - anthemic, delicate, emotional, witty, powerful and enigmatic - with hand-crafted lyrics from Ian Brown, intricate guitar work from John Squire floating above the rolling bass sounds of Gary Mountfield and Alan Wren's chugging drums keeping your feet moving, for me it was the sound of the beginning of the 1990s.
Regrettably, I don't seem to have any photos to hand of my baggy jeans, flowery hoodie and shaggy (whisper it, undercut) hair but you can get some idea of my image of the time from this:
Yes, in a totally unrelated coincidence, Freyja appeared for breakfast today dressed ready for Spike Island.
I'm so very proud (and ever so slightly wistful).
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