Camden Crawl

Just finished my write-up of last Thursday’s Camden Crawl experience.

If there’s one music that I’ve always professed to dislike, it’s Indie. Indie always seemed to be the music without the funk, a lame white boy’s attempt at excitement. Impervious to anything like philosophy or influence, it’s limped drearily onwards since its initial appearance in the late ‘80s. Indie’s current long, drawn-out ascendancy has horrified me as much as the names of its current spawn were monosyllabically anonymous: The Kills, The Dogs, The Strokes, The Young Knives and so on. And on. Whether you’re thinking that the author of such a view is an awfully narrow-minded git or someone cutting right to the heart of the matter may indicate how old you are…

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