There's rock. And then there's Brit rock.

Even before I moved to London, I had a thing for England. Oasis were my first step towards the sex, drugs and rock lifestyle I still so shamelessly admire, I wore a Union Jack at my high school graduation party (like, erm, Geri Halliwell did) and wanted to put a poster of London tube map on my wall.

Now, I avoid the tube like plague and the map makes me physically sick (as does Geri Halliwell). But the music... where do I start. There's a weird element in Brit rock/pop which completely mesmerises me, time after time. It's almost like you can hear the rain dropping and cutting sarcasm in the songs. You can smell the old pub air and cider-stained carpets. You can see the black skinny jeans and five-day stubble. You can feel the decadence, darkness and wit. And although Brits are not the greatest lovers and the cocaine in London doesn't deliver and you might get mugged by your dealer, there's still the rock'n'roll.

Some kind soul has put together a quite impressive Spotify playlist of one of the greatest eras in music history (I'm serious here). Let the rain fall.

50 anthems that defined Britpop