The other day, I watched Kevin And Perry Go Large. It was like some kind of vintage newsreel of flappers doing the Charleston. All that shitty mainstream dance culture – did it ever happen? What were people thinking? Just how much terrible music can you blame on Ecstasy?
And now, on telly, we have Ibiza Rocks, courtesy of Manumission. With Zane Lowe. Yes, Zane Lowe.
I find it hilarious that people who ten years ago would have been dead-eyed, coke-snorting dance fuckheads now have to get NME haircuts and pretend they like guitar rock.
It wasn’t about the music back then and it isn’t now. They simply go where the money is.