Hello everyone! My name’s Kat and I’m from London. I’m going to write about the Elastica for the week, and stick by some RIGID PRINCIPLES:
1) PREPARATION: Before starting to write these posts, I had not actively listened to an Elastica album in about nine years (except once — more on that later). Hopefully there won’t be any nasty surprises but if so I shan’t pull any punches.
2) QUALITY NOT QUANTITY: Elastica may have only released two-and-a-half proper albums, but as a band they were incredibly important to me as a teenager and a young adult. I don’t like all of their songs but at least the bad ones are also short!
3) RELEVANCE: This brevity of catalogue means that You, The Lucky Reader will get to hear an enormous amount of personal guff that to the untrained eye has nothing to do with Elastica at all! This probably suits you just fine as most people don’t find Elastica very interesting, whereas my life is extremely interesting, e.g. that time I tried to dye my hair black like Justine and it didn’t work.
This may all sound very flippant but basically I intend to write about how a short-lived, half-arsed, grotty Britpop band can sometimes sound like the best thing in the world to a teenage girl.