My perspective’s always skewed when people say ‘you just hate new stuff,’ because I hated plenty of the old stuff at the time. We can say pop is generic, and I mean, as opposed to when?
Relying on the radio for music just plain suuucks. There’s a cycle of alternating decades where the most popular stuff tends to be worth keeping, versus the big hits being unfortunate relics, but even the highest highs are rarely experimental or subversive. The idea of a cultural phenomenon being countercultural feels self-contradictory.
So yes, The Beatles were a big fucking deal for a variety of reasons, but their early career was all teeny-bopper relationship fluff. As late as Revolver they were writing two-minute AM-friendly hits like “And Your Bird Can Sing.” Meanwhile the Silver Apples were using homemade synths to sound years ahead of their time. If you went by radio play you’d think very little was happening.
Conversely, Depeche Mode blew everybody’s dicks off with Violator, but it’s just stripping back all the spacey industrial shit they’d been doing for a decade. “Personal Jesus” is a minimalist and twangy version of Martin Gore being horny on main. Their raucous live album 101 came out right before that and to my ears is the better experience. Was any of that on the Billboard 100? Was it fuck. Women crooning about love outsold them ten to one. (Okay, shout out to Phil Collins getting “Another Day In Paradise” to #7, because talk about atypical confrontational subject matter.)
Some of my favorite albums are from around 2000. Stuff from Kingston Wall, Meshuggah, Neutral Milk Hotel, Dragonforce, Blind Guardian, Slayer - was that what I listened to, most days, at the time? Nope. I was subjected to “Last Kiss” for the thousandth time, having hated it since the first. I heard so much country that I developed opinions about it. At the lowest point, I could tell boy bands apart. Admittedly: this deluge of crud was sprinkled with Third Eye Blind’s love letter to meth, Filter tricking people into buying Title Of Record, Chumbwamba making anarchist agitprop dancy as a complicated joke, and quite a lot of genuinely good pop. But sometimes you’d spin the dial for a solid minute and prefer to leave it on static. When I finally found out how to pirate shit, I just grabbed stuff they’d already played, because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
Nowadays - is there a mainstream? I only heard “Your New Love” when I was in a dentist’s office. I found “Good Luck, Babe” on Youtube after some screenshots of tweeted jokes. For two decades, it has been dead easy to filter and cultivate your own tastes. You don’t have to hear about a band, visit a store, and plunk down negotiable currency to receive a physical album, unheard. You can go from “Who?” to an informed opinion in like twenty minutes. Elsewhere in this thread someone linked Igorrr, so there must be some newly-minted industrial polka fans, and you can readily say ‘don’t miss Gogol Bordello.’
My perspective’s always skewed when people say ‘you just hate new stuff,’ because I hated plenty of the old stuff at the time. We can say pop is generic, and I mean, as opposed to when?
Relying on the radio for music just plain suuucks. There’s a cycle of alternating decades where the most popular stuff tends to be worth keeping, versus the big hits being unfortunate relics, but even the highest highs are rarely experimental or subversive. The idea of a cultural phenomenon being countercultural feels self-contradictory.
So yes, The Beatles were a big fucking deal for a variety of reasons, but their early career was all teeny-bopper relationship fluff. As late as Revolver they were writing two-minute AM-friendly hits like “And Your Bird Can Sing.” Meanwhile the Silver Apples were using homemade synths to sound years ahead of their time. If you went by radio play you’d think very little was happening.
Conversely, Depeche Mode blew everybody’s dicks off with Violator, but it’s just stripping back all the spacey industrial shit they’d been doing for a decade. “Personal Jesus” is a minimalist and twangy version of Martin Gore being horny on main. Their raucous live album 101 came out right before that and to my ears is the better experience. Was any of that on the Billboard 100? Was it fuck. Women crooning about love outsold them ten to one. (Okay, shout out to Phil Collins getting “Another Day In Paradise” to #7, because talk about atypical confrontational subject matter.)
Some of my favorite albums are from around 2000. Stuff from Kingston Wall, Meshuggah, Neutral Milk Hotel, Dragonforce, Blind Guardian, Slayer - was that what I listened to, most days, at the time? Nope. I was subjected to “Last Kiss” for the thousandth time, having hated it since the first. I heard so much country that I developed opinions about it. At the lowest point, I could tell boy bands apart. Admittedly: this deluge of crud was sprinkled with Third Eye Blind’s love letter to meth, Filter tricking people into buying Title Of Record, Chumbwamba making anarchist agitprop dancy as a complicated joke, and quite a lot of genuinely good pop. But sometimes you’d spin the dial for a solid minute and prefer to leave it on static. When I finally found out how to pirate shit, I just grabbed stuff they’d already played, because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
Nowadays - is there a mainstream? I only heard “Your New Love” when I was in a dentist’s office. I found “Good Luck, Babe” on Youtube after some screenshots of tweeted jokes. For two decades, it has been dead easy to filter and cultivate your own tastes. You don’t have to hear about a band, visit a store, and plunk down negotiable currency to receive a physical album, unheard. You can go from “Who?” to an informed opinion in like twenty minutes. Elsewhere in this thread someone linked Igorrr, so there must be some newly-minted industrial polka fans, and you can readily say ‘don’t miss Gogol Bordello.’