The 90s are often seen as synonymous with champagne supernovas in country houses, oversimplifications ingrained in the lore of Britpop. What really happened? Artists of all kinds ignited and flared for a time, forming a kaleidoscopic night sky obscured in retrospect by the light pollution given off by Blur v Oasis, Loaded and ladettes, flag-waving and parochialism.
One of the most will o’ the wisp of these bands were Lush, co-fronted by two guitarists, Emma Anderson and Miki Berenyi, who met at school and became big enough to crack the US, invited on the second Lollapalooza tour in 1992. They weren’t quite the Lennon and McCartney of the underground – their nose-to-nose co-writes were few – but Anderson and Berenyi’s gauzy music felt like being cocooned in bejewelled spiderwebs, even as their distortion pedals ensured they rocked hard live.
