The punk dream -everybody can do it, don’t sit there consuming music, make it yourself has apparently come true. There has never been more bands, better bands, more genres. It’s a big explosion of sound, it is such a big market you can’t find the middle or see the edges: it is like the universe.
And now what: what is going to happen to these kids. They are eaten up and spit about by a cycle of birth, life and death and an increasing speed and there isn’t even a villain to the piece. Unlike the good old days there is no “them” counteracting “us. No record company, no publicity mechanism. It roars around us.
Panic or Arcade Fire: Vampire Weekend or Princeton? Titus or Los Campesinos… they fly through our city on the wings of a mediocre quasi-success. No bottom, no top, just a lathe of heaven like shade of gray.
i love it… in a way. it’s a great time to be listening to and seriously following music; everything is better than it was and there is such an enormous amount of quality music out there it is astonishing. No SLaughter and the dogs… no Clash either.
contenders for the best punk rock around
A three hours of hard rock, metal not metal, swift, loud, egoless pure metal
worse than I remembered it being
a contender for the next Michael Jackson
the indie gorgeousness of mood and quiet desperation
smooth jazz and horns
Taylor was no longer my secret
punk blasts of energy