


Terrorists had demolished New York, the Yanks schlepped everyone into another lie-war, Right-Wing cunts were running the world, what else was new?Įnter Heads Roll. At this point in 'rock history,' the Master had seemed to be forgotten, while global ponces and toffs started to manufacture this new-wave of old-wave rock with modern production (i.e. Interestingly, on the other side of the pond, the UK bands weren't even bothered to deal with 'the Master.' They were too busy going through some sort of nu-Stiff Records revival with bands like the Libertines and Franz Ferdinand etc. And getting back to LCD Soundsystem, those New York yuppies lifted 50% of their (his) creative existence to this bloke: MARK E SMITH. The lead singer sounded just a little bit like a young MES- hell, he might skip the guillotine. Heck, dudes like New York's 'finest,' LCD Soundsystem, cashed in big-time on this whole shtick- they even wrote a song about it called 'I Was There." Then, you had the Storks or the Strokes or whatever you call them, a bunch of entitled little junkies, born into all the spoils of the '80's yuppieism and postmodernism and private school education - they HAD to become the 'perfect' New York 'punk' band in the history of anything. It spread like herpes, but fuck it, they dressed well and could darnce! New York was partying like 1975 again, if you could afford the rent. Vice, an arty, street-skate culture fashion-industry magazine that was given away free, created a new generation of ironic, hyper-real rebels who were more versed in yuppie greed/hedonism and a cultural knowledge completely born from what they read on the Internet, than any life experience. The Internet had established itself as the grand toilet block of culture, and the kids born into this world - the Millennials or whatever you called them - started to 'rebel' and spread their word as 'hipsters'. The mid-'00's was an interesting time for modern rock. The Fall Fall Heads Roll by Aaron Goldberg
