“The public gets what the public wants. But I want nothing this society’s got, I’m going underground …” For a certain type of music lover—let’s say a British or American kid who rode a Lammy with a dozen mirrors and wore Fred Perry shirts and skintight trousers and took a handful of brightly colored pills that someone said gave you “pep”—Paul Weller was a god. That was me. But I’m different now. And so is Paul Weller. Read More
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