“I left my car with all the instruments in but I’d left the handbrake off and it rolled onto the motorway”: the tearaway Britpop teenagers whose knack of getting into trouble had Steven Spielberg on the phone wanting to make a TV show with them

Supergrass in 1994.

Whilst it might be hard to believe now that most of the main players are back out there as middle-aged ringleaders of variously euphoric nostalgia-fests, once upon a time Britpop felt young and fresh and raw, the sound of a new generation taking over. To put it into context: Jarvis Cocker felt like Britpop’s grandad at the point that Pulp finally blew up big in 1995 after a decade and more of trying. He was 31.

But that’s because, for the most part, Britpop was a musical movement made up of giddy up’n’coming whippersnappers, and they didn’t come more giddy up’n’coming whippersnappers than Oxford trio Supergrass.