History


In the beginning there was music. This made everybody happy but what has happened since is a nightmare. First came the critics, a sorry lot who thought they were God-sent authorities on everybodys personal style and tastes. Then there were record companies, so exclusive and narrow- minded that it was impossible to get in without the next insult to music: the producer, the monster who regimented, categorised, and defined style and taste. It seems that would be enough, enter , however, the marketing, A and R, and advertising people. After that, music was forgotten and what came out of it was a canned hash of product trends which made sound-zombies out of the public. The whole heathen lot of them will be first against the wall when the revolution comes, but thats another story.

O.K. indy labels have done a Hell of a lot to cut through this quagmire and have delivered some really good stuff, three cheers. But, they are still small fries in the music miasma and have to play on big league grounds with big league rules on their shoulders. That makes for the public only getting a smattering of the total selection which could be available. (A band from Tirgu Jiu with a new, challenging, exciting sound hasn't got a chance against a band only one tenth as good from London.) The problem is further compounded by the law of self perpetuation. It's like in-breeding: you get a lot of bastard child bands who inherited all of their parents' bad traits. When all an emerging band in a relatively isolated location has to listen to is mediocre, brain dead rubbish it dampens their style and creativity and they end up playing a diluted or enhanced version of the 'been-done.' Nearly the same can be said of film. There are exceptions, of course, but finding them is next to impossible. The saddest triumph of the music and film Big Brother is that most people are not aware that their choices in music and film are so limited.


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