The Sunday Times has a big interview with Massive Attack today. Oh... yes, did we mention it's by Will Self?
Somewhere back in the early 1990s, when Britain was dull in a different way, I first heard Massive Attack’s Blue Lines. Then in my early thirties, I already thought I was way too old for popular music. I’d sat out 1987’s so-called Summer of Love in a deckchair, and all the dancey-ravey music of that era struck me like someone stupidly wired beating up on a drum machine. The Wigmore Hall beckoned — and I was looking forward to it — when a girlfriend 10 years my junior plopped a vinyl disc onto my turntable and this sinuous, sensual, subversive soundscape sprang into being somewhere between my ears. Or was it in the room? Or even encompassing the whole block of flats?