Finally, it happened.
The album that was going to be in our hands months ago, then was delayed, gossiped about, and almost forgotten, finally hit half-a-billion virtual shelves (whether people wanted it or not) across the world in what some describe a masterstroke launch with Apple, and others demonize as the world’s biggest band corporatizing itself even more.
I’ve been a staunch fan of the band ever since I first heard Angel of Harlem on a Melbourne (Australia, not Florida) radio station in my parents’ backyard shed while practising my golf putting on a hot summer’s day. I was 12 years