THE GREAT GADFLY: For You, Haiku Review Number Two
Pop, of course, is built on daydreams conjured up in suburbia. Pop comes from the outside looking in, from howling at the moon, from wanting a way out. Pop is a dream mass-produced, packaged and repackaged, replicated, copied and sold back to us. It is the sound of creativity spawned from boredom; a source of ideas raised only to be pillaged. Pop is the last gasp before the day job grabs you, a scream in the face of the nine to five, a futile alternative to washing the car. Pop is an inevitable failure, a second of brilliance and a lifetime of grey. Pop is disappointment in multiple.
- Matt Worley, "How Can You Think Clearly In A Record Shop?"
American Supreme
Mute Records
old kids on the block
white boy death disco art punk
kicking my ass hard
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