Courtesy of Britpop Memories
part 1/2: interview with Damon, NME – 11 January 1997
We Were Smiling When We Wanted To Be Screaming
So we’ve already seen a changed Damon Albarn in the first of our two-part BLUR exclusive. But what of the others? Have they undergone transformation? Has Graham finally sobered up? Has Dave gone back on the booze? And has Alex finally moved out of the Groucho? JOHN MULVEY finds the answers. Shoots you sirs: MIKE DIVER
Sometimes, confronting Blur these days it’s a bit like dealing with a flock of bright-eyed born-again Christians. They have repented the Faustian pacts they struck for success. They have renounces superficiality, and flippancy, and glibness, and admitted they weren’t wild about the giant POP! millstone of ‘Country House’.
They have opted for honesty and self-discovery. They have turned their back on the Bacchanalian excesses that the ever-generous world of showbusiness can offer (all of them, that is, except Alex – but we’ll get to him later).
They’ve got their heads together, and sorted their lives out and reconciled themselves to their art, and… well, thank God ‘Beetlebum’ and the forthcoming album ‘Blur’ are sharp, eclectic and fundamentally very, very good records, or else we’d be faced with the healthiest and yet most ill-advised conversion to the path of righteousness this decade.
Miraculously, though, it’s worked. Last week, we heard how Damon Albarn has embraced less commercial and, perhaps more personally satisfying music with a combination of self-effacement over past egotism and still-fiery confidence in his own talent. But Graham Coxon – hardcore aficionado, reluctant Modfather, fabulously f***ed up guitar anti-hero – has undergone an even more remarkable transformation.