I have compiled a new playlist for 2022 – “Songs you can’t feel sad to”
High up is Beck’s “Nicotine & Gravy”, which is oozing and unctuous and weird, and to which my body moves unbidden.
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Pippa Bailey is managing editor, production, of the New Statesman.
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