I realise there’s a lot of Damon Albarn-loving on this blog, but I really do have to say this. Despite the fact that The Great Escape is a predominantly messy, archly pretentious, deeply worrying album, I have a strange addiction right now to its opening track, “Stereotypes”. Everything about it is surprisingly enjoyable – it’s a huge guilty pleasure, but strangely loveable too. From the first hit of chords, played simultaneously on naff organ/synth and ridiculous guitar, to the comedy false end halfway through, it’s utter genius, and it sets up the ridiculous nature of the album perfectly.
In spite of all that, I realise that on another level, it’s a really horrible song. Go figure.