Aggressive ahistoricality is a problem, but so too is the dead hand of nostalgia, follow the subjects of the nostalgia back when it wasn’t nostalgia as I might have (from afar). FUC51 ran through last year, ranting about the Manchester music scene being firmly fixed in 1988, yellow and black stripes with everything as the last echoes of Saville, New Order as the local Beatles. I’d still quite like one of those basses, though. And this with this is an instructive slice of history.
Update: This is a new low in … everything, really. “in the name of christs fat cock just step away from the mic and get a job in Currys or something.”
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