I grew up liking bands that everyone else thought were shit, so it was a welcome relief when the 90s came along and guitar-based music had something of a renaissance. Boston’s Lemonheads were always described as “alternative rock” but they sounded mighty gentle for a rock band sometimes with flecks of country guitar, and the introspection of this particular track made me cry and laugh at the same time, basically because it was me. Oh and the Dando I fancied was called Evan not Jill. Even the cover and title of the album from which this was taken were just brilliant. Long live the Lemonheads.
