Something I noticed while watching MTV this weekend… yes, that’s right. Might’ve been MTV2. I wasn’t paying that much attention, frankly. Aren’t you being as little anal about this? I mean, what difference does it really make, in the big scheme of things, which idiotic music video channel we were watching? The point is, it was one of the MTV thingies and not CMT or BET, OK? Now settle down and let me finish my story.
Oh, yeah. So, when did the New Wave/Post-Punk revival start? (OK, I know, it goes back at least to Elastica in the mid-90s or so, and includes The Strokes and blah de fuckin’ blah. Do you have to be such a pedant? What’s your problem today, anyway?) We saw videos by the following, not necessarily in this order but all within maybe 20 minutes of each other: The Zutons; The Concretes; Franz Ferdinand; Razorlight; and the truly unfortunately-named Dogs Die In Hot Cars. (Yes, dogs do die in hot cars. Babies die in washing machines, too, yet I’d never even think about naming a band after that fact. Please, consider a name change.) None of which sucked outright; I actually like The Concretes’ woozy, bummed-out pop, but I really have to be in the right mood. The others? Meh. Honestly, none of them are really bringing anything new to the table, are they?
Now, I realize that pop culture cannibalizes itself every twenty years, but this is the first time it’s snatched up something from my early adulthood in its bloody maw and started spitting out the sounds of my twenties. It’s an eerie and unsettling experience. You might want to start preparing yourself for the day when the loop catches up with you.