Aug 14, 2012
If Blur and Britain are in a love affair, it’s been a tempestuous one, characterised by intense infatuations, huge bust ups, sulky silences and radiant reconciliations. Over their long career, Blur have sometimes had us in the palm of their hands, sometimes watched us slip through their fingers, and sometimes held us firmly at arm’s length. It’s been a relationship often dictated by the prickly persona of Albarn, his warring instincts between wanting to be the nation’s master of ceremonies, and its chief critic, his pop heart, and his art head.
