At first, Blur were a band that prided themselves on their Britishness. They wrote keenly observational pop songs about 18-30 Holidays, The Shipping Forecast, Sunday Lunch and the Quiet Frustrations of Everyday British Life. In Britain, it made them heroes. But in the US they were nobodies. So it was quite the surprise that midway through the 90s, they made an about-face and unleashed a screaming chunk of Apple Pie-scented Grunge rawk, the key modern jock jam. But how did they get there? Why was a jumbo jet involved? And was it just a joke aimed squarely to whom it appealed? This is New British Canon and this is the Story of “Song 2.”