On Tuesday morning, out of the blue, I heard a song I hadn’t heard in ages. In fact, I’d forgotten all about it. Which was odd, because just a couple of years ago, the song seemed to be everywhere. Like all the biggest novelty hits, it was catchy, it had simple lyrics, and young people loved it. Thousands of them sang along with it at Glastonbury. It was the sound of the summer.
But then, as is so often the case, it fell completely out of fashion. Those armies of young fans, it seemed, had simply melted away. They’d moved on. Perhaps they were embarrassed that they’d ever been fans at all.
The song went: “Ohhhhhh, Je-re-my Corrrrrrr-byyyyyyyn…”
The people attempting to revive it were a small...
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