British music writers spent the mid-1990s selling a war. On one side, shoegaze: introverted, effects-drunk, staring at the floor. On the other, Britpop: chins up, choruses out, Union Jack on the amp. The story needed enemies, and it got them. What it conveniently ignored was that one guitarist quietly held a passport to both sides. [&he

In February 1978, a 22-year-old on Van Halen’s debut album spent one minute and 42 seconds rewriting what a guitar was allowed to sound like. “Eruption” landed like a piece of alien technology, and for a generation of players the two-hand tapping that powered it became synonymous with one name. The problem with origin