I’m loathe to call it background music but that’s about the nub of it.
“What does it say about a place when the cultural capital you’re producing is fucking I Heart Hiroshima. That’s unacceptable.”
Watching Smudge tonight it’s really hard not to feel incredibly nostalgic. It’s not just that the band are part of the audience’s past, tied to a 1990s discography and not having released an album since 1998’s Real McCoy, Wrong Sinatra, but something much deeper than that; it’s a nostalgia for bands like Smudge. Once there was […]