Let me start with a spoiler alert this was meant to be a review of the really good biography of Abba, recently written by Giles Smith. But what it has ended up being is an opinion piece on the Swedish musical legends and their place in the musical pantheon of people of a certain age and demographic.
This was not intentional or unintentional, it just happened, and for a simple reason. Abba, as a musical act, have been around for so long and have had such a profound effect on the pop music landscape that any biography about them will automatically cover well-worn ground.
And, because it is entirely based on fact, one cannot relay what the book is about without spewing large chunks of text verbatim.
So, lets take another tack and look at the works of Abba subjectively, from the point of view of the dude manning this keyboard right now.
Lets rewind. I had just turned 11 when the Nineties landed on the face of the Earth like a bag of concrete.
