I know it’s over and it never really began
Teenage obsessions are a strange and terrible thing. How, exactly, does an album – which is, after all, nothing more than a recording of some music – seem to embed itself so completely into our identity? How does it become something so crucially important that we can’t imagine our world without it? With hindsight I feel rather embarrassed about the effect that Nevermind had on me. I was 14 when it came out. Back then, kids were divided into “Moshers” – those who liked rock – and “Ravers” – those who liked dance music – and I was, at best, a fledgling mosher flirting with bands like Guns ’n’ Roses