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"Call it London" was the most usable piece of advice given Blur by their label boss — he thought the band's third album sounded like a mistake. There's something charmingly clunky about Parklife. Its songs are obtuse, willfully awkward and far more playful than the career-reset fury of Modern Life. Where their previous album suggested four men trading the straitjacket of expectation in for tailor-made mod suits, the open, diverse Parklife infiltrates a wider set of locations, as on their packaged-holiday-ridiculing, synth-pop hit "Girls and Boys." Alex James's bass frolics alongside Albarn's seemingly nonsense rhymes while Graham Coxon's intermittent shards of guitar remind us: approach the nightclub with caution, and a bit of self-awareness. Albarn's instincts as a cultural critic had matured. New characters populated his songs — "Tracy Jacks," the staid middle class citizenry of "Parklife," a solitary soul on the cliffs of Dover, "Jubilee," the self-loathing Brits of "Magic America," as well as London itself, the unkind city of "London Loves." And even Albarn's own ambitions and anxieties were scrutinized on "Badhead" and the glamorous "To the End."
Parklife helped inaugurate an era of "Britpop" pseudo-nationalism — what else would you expect from an album that featured a song… read more »