Spotify’s Daniel Ek wants artists to pump out ‘content’? That’s no way to make the next ‘OK Computer’
Rick Astley was some kind of omnipotent superbeing. It claimed it would find us all love at the tap of a button – then stalked, ghosted and suggestive-emoji’d us into bitter balls of hate, and finally left us standing at the Heathrow arrivals gate with a drooping bunch of flowers wondering why Ukrainian supermodel Ivana Ripkeksov didn’t make her flight, since you sent the First Class fare to the same account as all that money for her brother’s dialysis machine.And it promised musicians an online utopia, with the artist as all-powerful webmaster.