My tastes always have veered toward pop and rock from the British Isles, and so it should come as no surprise that I know Damon Albarn primarily as a major component of Blur. The cliched question was “Blur or Oasis,” and my vote still goes to the latter, primarily owing to an affinity for Noel Gallagher’s grandiose style of songcraft. Back then, Blur was far more about nuances of Britishness, and required a bit more effort for an American like me. Similarly, listening to Albarn’s first solo album (as such — he works prolifically with multiple projects) provides ample rewards for patience and repeated spinnings. It is low key, moody, and eschews the sweeping hook. It’s Sunday morning music.
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