Sub-Culture, Not Substance: Defending the Raw Pulse of New Order
What's a music hill you're willing to die on? That one subjective hill (because, c'mon, taste is objectively objective) where the divvy, glaikit masses, most born after the music event in question, line up to beat you with their Hot Topic pseudo-Docs or offend you with their Amazon-purchased band Tees? I'll be honest, seeing someone born after 1983 and wearing a Misfits shirt is jarring. Yes, I know they 'reformed' in '95, but Graves is no Danzig and I digress... I've actually got a lot of hills I'm willing to die on, being the contrary soul that I am, but nobody wants a bulleted list. (You don't, right? Right?) But recent events—ok a single, perhaps unexceptional event—brought one of my hills into sharp focus for me, and with cathartic intent I made a comment about my realisation in a Facebook group. (I am also very brave.) I got some nice comments back. (Er, what?) To which I responded and had good conversations. (Much to my surprise, there was...
