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Fast-forward four months to Blur’s Olympics gig in Hyde Park. Imagine the hordes of Stella’d-up lads “woo-hoo”-ing, the burger vans cooking up cheap meat and the people hollering for ‘Parklife’…

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Guitarists over 40 don’t have a great record for recapturing their teenage angst and fury with dignity. Once they hit middle-age, most of them sensibly embrace new avenues – see…

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It’s destined to be overshadowed by some reunion dinner or other happening at The O2 next month, but nonetheless ‘Truth’, following Coxon’s acoustic 2009 outing ‘The Spinning Top’ with stoner-rock…

Album review: At some point in early 2008, before the first reconciliation curry was scoffed and the concept of a new Blur gig ticket seemed as likely as Calvin Harris…

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“This is being taped tonight,” Graham Coxon informs us. He lets this sink in a moment, before adding sternly, “So tuck your shirts in!” Er, they can’t hear our…

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One of the most abiding memories of Britpop, more so than Noel quaffing champers with a fresh-faced Tony Blair and more so than Jarvis’ Jacko-baiting at the Brits, is Blur’s…

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FACKIN’ ’ELLLL! I’d heard the Buzzcocks were back but STONE VER CROWS, GUV’NER! They’re back with bumfluff on their chops, their bollocks bulging with teen-rage super-semen and arteries pumping with…

“I’ve lost my fashion sense,” remarks our hero, totally unprovoked. He so obviously hasn’t. Looking cute as hell in a T-shirt with the letters C-H-E-R-Y-L pasted across the front, you…