How
old are my jeans?
These
are dark days. The human race appears to be on a disastrously
swift bobsleigh-ride to environmental doom, but that’s
alright because we will probably have shot each other or
blown each other up before that happens. However, what is
possibly worse is the current state of the alternative guitar
music scene.
You see, there is a plague upon us. An endlessly rising tide
of ‘The’ bands rehashing ideas that weren’t
good in the first place - but apparently it’s ok because,
you see, they’re too damn cool to actually care that
much. It’s not fashionable anymore to really care about
something, to be enthusiastic and imaginative and Romantic.
What’s seemingly important to so many people is how
trendily retro your mullet is and how much you look like
The Who thirty years ago. Even if you aren’t wearing
some sort of suit and cravat combo then you have to look
as expensively scruffy as you can. You know what I mean – all
the pseudo-messy haircuts that actually cost £40 from
a highstreet salon, the pre-torn jeans….the look is
all pretend, and the music that goes with it is equally vacant.
The crux of my piece is this: As a result of such endlessly
repeating and self-referencing inbreeding, any band or genre
that wears its heart on its sleeve without the post-faux-ironic
suit jacket to cover it up is becoming increasingly marginalised,
mocked and ignored. This is bad. If Nirvana came along in
today’s climate, rather than knocking the stale genre
of the time off the charts for good they would be laughed
at and probably scorned for not wearing £200 ironic
trousers with pre-applied faded bits.
Someone please do something, quick.
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