At my advanced years I don't see much of a difference between "I am too miserable to lift my head from the grave of Oscar Wilde" and "I'm so horny I want to rock n roll all night - or at least until Mum says it's bed time"
Is there much of a difference between a 1974 audience of Kiss obsessive can't-get-a-girlfriend-for-love-nor-money young men or their Smiths equivalent in 84? It's all one form of escapism or another. Just different sides of the same old adolescent coin, no?
At least Jim Morrison might lead a listener on to Kurt Weill or some better poets.