‘We played to 8,000 Mexicans who knew every word’: how the Whitest Boy Alive conquered the world

I f you were to imagine the recent evolution of music in as a series of scenes from a Where’s Wally?-style puzzle book, one bespectacled, lanky figure would pop up on almost every page. There he is in mid-90s London, handing out flyers for his first band Peachfuzz. Here he is in NME at the dawn of t...

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