Will definitely get back to you on this 'cos I think there's loads to be said. But for now...
When you had the NME sticking stuff like stage school indie dullards The Kooks on the cover with the big sell that "this stuff is good!"
The relentless archness and scenesterism; the relentless biting the hand that feeds archness and irony that accompanied the above. "Hey, we know it's shit! You know it's shit! Let's all go to Camden and wallow in our mediocre, crazy shitness!! I'm a DJ!"
Pete Doherty - The Patron Saint of Oversold, Hyped, Underachieving, Skag- Deluded, scrotum-tug the middle aged Mojo lickers, absolute nexus of the square root of fuck all, and yet was held as an icon of anything at all?!! And the ridiculous amounts of column inches devoted to gigs HE DIDN'T TURN UP FOR BUT HEY, THAT's CRAZY PETE! And king of Cunt Hats. Squadgy faced, tuneless goon made being not that good actually, sub poet-rock as BLAND selfwank juice, a sellable quality by and for suckers. Never did an audience and their Prince of Relentless Indie-Void (and he treated those suckers like turd) so deserve each other. Was always tempted to nuke a venue he was playing at in the name of pest control but chances are the fuckhole woulda been too busy rolling around in his own snot and mythology to turn up.
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