Last week I had a bit of a moment getting grumpy about the gentrification of pop music, with particular reference to deliberately minimal and maudlin cover versions of old hits for the sake of advertisers. But that doesn’t mean ...
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It must be lovely to be a rocksnob. Imagine how much time you save in your music-loving day having your decisions already made for you.