I notice that many of the blogs I regularly visit post music videos on a daily basis. I also notice that, for the most part, their taste in music sucks rotting seagull feathers.
I probably lack the requisite level of dedication and responsibility to meet anything like a daily schedule for such things, but in my own hopeful “Go fuck yourself” style, I’m gonna try to stem the tide of derivative shit that is being flogged all over the goddamn place.
Frankly, it’s not even the lame recycled pop rock crap that pisses me off the most. What really gets under my ears is the 50/50 mix of ignorance and arrogance that always accompanies the latest clip – the “This little known indie band, featuring some long suffering neverwas, has just released the BEST [insert invented genre here] album since Fran and the Billy Goats Rough played the Boise State Alternative Juke Jive Festival in ought three!”
It’s either that or some lengthy fucking exposition about how the saxophone solo on Gerry Rafferty’s Baker Street is the greatest single horn line ever laid down – a proposition that accomplishes two things:
1. It reveals the claimant as a stone ignoramus who has never heard a single fucking Coltrane track, or Parker, or any of the other few hundred players who blow fucking rings around whoever honked out that overplayed bit of shit.
2. It makes me want to jam pencils through the eardrums of the idiot who said it.
While this ain’t the first time I’ve clipped up some tunes on VNV, it’s the first time I do so as an act of pure stubborn rebellion.
And so, without further ranting or threats, STFU and listen to this: