Up until this post, I like to think my music choices have been fairly good, quite credible. A splash of cheesey dance and RnB, but for the most part quite solid. And then we hit 1997. And Hanson.
Confession time…the 16 year old me *loved* Hanson. Especially Isaac. There may have been fan letters (or rather, a fan letter, non plural). And a pilgrimage to a Radio 1 roadshow far, far away to watch them live. And even now, all these years on, the sound of ‘Mmmbop’ can still make me smile….