David Honigmann

Who’s still flying the flag for Britpop?

Alex James’s embrace of the term distinguishes him from his contemporaries. Miranda Sawyer reminds us of how much of the best 1990s music fell outside Britpop’s retromania

Blur in Tokyo in November 1974. [Koh Hasebe/Shinko Music/Getty Images] 
issue 30 November 2024

There’s only one Cincinnatus in the Cotswolds, and it’s not Boris Johnson. Over the Rainbow tells the story of how, once again, Alex James was torn from his life in a very big house in the country to fulfil his national duty to play bass with Blur. The tale comes in the form of a diary, like Brian Eno’s wonderful A Year with Swollen Appendices, except that this is a year with inflated egos. To make sure our sympathies are in the right place, it begins with a preamble at the end of December 2022, during which the author attends a series of parties, each more wearisomely smug than the last.

Then he sets up the stakes of the plot. James – who has just turned 54 when the book begins – is responsible for the running of a farm and food business where, at the end of August 2023, he will be organising and hosting his annual food and music festival, Feastival.

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