Prior to 1997, my musical appreciation was highly analogue and fluid, randomly alighting on one lucky album or another from the recommendations of friends, magazines or music stores. Life was simpler, yet musical taste was extremely hard won. It was akin to dating; in those times, one had to invest a significant amount of time, money and energy, even to find you were a poor match, let alone discover an enduring love of your life. As such, one’s musical preferences and what you actually spent cash on were possibly far more ‘risk-averse’. Conversely, the clarion call of a new album from Blur, Oasis or whoever could trigger a ‘tribal gene’ that was probably worth a £12.99 punt. Maybe the music scene was far more predictable than people realised? I sought…