Omg, I tried. I tried to like you, indie rock. But then I was assigned to write about three "up and comers" for a to-remain-nameless publication - and actually considered self-harm. And then I gave you another go. Watched Subterranean in the hopes of being converted. But then these other bands - these Of Montreals and Ra Ra Riots, they single-handedly (or is that double-handedly?) ruined it for their knitwear brethren. I just. Can't. Stand it.
Give me these guys (and the earth-moving crowd participation) any day instead:
Look at that mass of people. That's what rock music is supposed to do to you, folks. That is what's known as "deriving enjoyment."
(that's also what's known as deriving enjoyment, in still)
Thankyougoodnight.
(PS - the saving grace of Subterranean was the Flosstradamus video for "Big Bills." Because it actually compelled me to want to check out the rest of their shit. As opposed to the other bands. Who just make me want to bury them in shit, Back to the Future style).
2 comments:
is it wrong that I STILL remember every single word to Last Train Home? SHAME UP.
no gurj... it is so so right.
freakin foreigner.
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