(only because I may have a shot at interviewing these little retro whores)
"The Darkness are from England and they wear things like open-chested catsuits and tight trousers. Sometimes these outfits are made of leather; sometimes they have animal prints. The band members sport long hair and look like they stepped off the stage at Castle Donington circa 1980. To a lot of people, this means The Darkness couldn't possibly be any good. I wrote a one-act, one-man play about this idea titled Proper Rock Fan: Pot Kettle Black. Take a look:
SCENE: Virgin Megastore, Chicago. A Proper Rock Fan scans the Top 40 albums wall.
Proper Rock Fan: People are stupid for falling for music like The Darkness. It looks phony, manufactured, and seems to take its image more seriously than its songs. All music like that is shit.
Too often, music fans fall for marketing without realizing it. For instance, by refusing to engage with a band like The Darkness on any level solely because of a preconceived notion of what they appear to be "about," you'd actually be more swayed by marketing and image than the kids checking the disc out on the listening station. Besides, looking silly-- or at least risking looking silly-- can only be good for a band like The Darkness. Big Guitar Rock, after all, used to be silly. It used to be pretty good, too. AC/DC, Queen, Black Sabbath, KISS, and Led Zeppelin (have you seen The Song Remains the Same?) were all absurd.
Claiming any allegiance with the devil and buying Aleister Crowley's house are ridiculous prospects. Smashing your instruments and lighting your guitar on fire are both pretty stupid-looking, too, when you get right down to it. But that's the whole problem with rock right now: It doesn't do those things anymore. There's nothing heroic about it, nothing demonstrative, nothing to capture the imagination."
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Looks like trading's up in attempting to overthrow the bourgeouis indie rock fcuk's that have taken over with their shaggy hair and constant chain smoke...but don't get me wrong, I still dig some of their music (where is my shepard?);)
However, and of a more paramount occassion, how charming is this writer's one many play, which actually has the phrase POT KETTLE BLACK incorprated into it?
This guy is coming in as a close second to the biting wit of Andrew Earles, Magnet magazine's little gem...
"The Darkness are from England and they wear things like open-chested catsuits and tight trousers. Sometimes these outfits are made of leather; sometimes they have animal prints. The band members sport long hair and look like they stepped off the stage at Castle Donington circa 1980. To a lot of people, this means The Darkness couldn't possibly be any good. I wrote a one-act, one-man play about this idea titled Proper Rock Fan: Pot Kettle Black. Take a look:
SCENE: Virgin Megastore, Chicago. A Proper Rock Fan scans the Top 40 albums wall.
Proper Rock Fan: People are stupid for falling for music like The Darkness. It looks phony, manufactured, and seems to take its image more seriously than its songs. All music like that is shit.
Too often, music fans fall for marketing without realizing it. For instance, by refusing to engage with a band like The Darkness on any level solely because of a preconceived notion of what they appear to be "about," you'd actually be more swayed by marketing and image than the kids checking the disc out on the listening station. Besides, looking silly-- or at least risking looking silly-- can only be good for a band like The Darkness. Big Guitar Rock, after all, used to be silly. It used to be pretty good, too. AC/DC, Queen, Black Sabbath, KISS, and Led Zeppelin (have you seen The Song Remains the Same?) were all absurd.
Claiming any allegiance with the devil and buying Aleister Crowley's house are ridiculous prospects. Smashing your instruments and lighting your guitar on fire are both pretty stupid-looking, too, when you get right down to it. But that's the whole problem with rock right now: It doesn't do those things anymore. There's nothing heroic about it, nothing demonstrative, nothing to capture the imagination."
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Looks like trading's up in attempting to overthrow the bourgeouis indie rock fcuk's that have taken over with their shaggy hair and constant chain smoke...but don't get me wrong, I still dig some of their music (where is my shepard?);)
However, and of a more paramount occassion, how charming is this writer's one many play, which actually has the phrase POT KETTLE BLACK incorprated into it?
This guy is coming in as a close second to the biting wit of Andrew Earles, Magnet magazine's little gem...