I had no little sisters in my family, and so was spared the chaperone duties of shepherding a gaggle of screaming pre teens to a One Direction concert. I literally missed their whole career and catalogue, as my ears were tuned in to Kendrick Lamar, 90s R&B, and anything from British dream pop label 4AD. I didn’t watch the idol shows, didn’t care much for basic Pop music, and didn’t really understand how big 1D were, and how they were forged through these huge industry-backed and fan-supported models. I only began to recognize a few of their singles around the time that Zayn left the band. Breakup ensued, and having not been a huge fan of Backstreet Boys for similar reasons, I thought that the solo careers of these British lads would be doomed, just as BB solo efforts never really materialized. Zayn’s stuff was aight, and all the other members were doing some interesting music here and there, yet I could instantly tell the major difference in Harry Styles work – an original, ambitious Rock style, punctuated by moments of both loudness and quiet.