There are certain albums that don’t just belong to a particular era, they become time machines. For me, Rubberneck is one of them. It was the first CD I ever bought, back when a trip to the record store could feel like a life-changing financial decision. Three decades later, standing in a packed Empire Live with roughly a thousand people ranging from Gen X to Gen Z, it was strange and wonderful to realize that the record had somehow followed all…
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