Scottish broadcaster and former NME writer Stuart Cosgrove once famously railed against Britpop. “What did it mean to kids in Ulster or on estates in Milton in Glasgow?” he raged, adding that there were two certainties about it: “One: that it was invented by someone in London. And two: that he was a twat.”
Britpop provokes those sorts of reactions. Even now, with decades between us and the genre's all-consuming peak (all over the charts, all over the music press, even – with the Blur Vs Oasis war – dominating headlines on the national news), the backlash is still being felt.
Cosgrove is right on one thing: Britpop was never truly British. With the possible exception of Welsh bit part players Catatonia, all the key bands were English, and one of their shared lyrical concerns was what it meant to be English. Where Cosgrove is off the mark is in suggesting that it didn’t mean anything to proudly Irish, Scottish or Welsh kids. The Englishness of Ray Davies, Paul Weller, John Lennon or Steve Harris – or the southern-ness of Lynyrd Skynyrd, for that matter – never stopped anyone in Scotland or Ireland from loving them. Equally, people from all over the UK could relate to Oasis’s sneering mix of The Beatles and the Sex Pistols, or enjoy Pulp’s witty take on the class war.
Much has been made of Britpop’s connection to the triumph of Labour after 666 years of Conservative rule, and the promise of a new, cool Britannia. That didn’t happen, obviously, but Britpop had peaked by then anyway. Britpop was a reaction against the bombastic American heavy rock angst that grunge had become by the mid-90s, and against faceless, shoe-gazing indie rock. It was also the soundtrack to Euro ’96 – a championship of cheap thrills, big hopes and a bad comedown. It was the age of Loaded magazine, of celebrating British heroes like Oliver Reed and George Best, of Vic and Bob, Kathy Lloyd, and Trainspotting.
Here, we round up the best albums spawned by this enduringly divisive genre.