The Return of Massive Attack

SOMEWHERE BACK in the early 1990s, when Britain was dull in a different way, I first heard Massive Attack's Blue Lines. Then in my early thirties, I already thought I was way too old for popular music. I'd sat out 1987's so-called Second Summer of Love in a deckchair, and all the dancey-ravey music of that era struck me like someone stupidly wired beating up on a drum machine.