http://www.arancidamoeba.com/mrr/whoownswho2.html
The perfect gift for the trendy but non-conformist music poser in your life. Illustrates beautifully how even the most independent sounding labels are nothing more but subsidiaries of of the same money grubbing fascists that enforce sterility and serve the dark lord (in the corporate fascist way, not the cool rock out with you cock out heavy metal way).
The concept is simple:
There is a great new scene out there. A “new cool”. I mean these guys are making music that could change the world and start bloody anti-neo-con riots. The MAN sees great money making potential in this “new cool”. So he forms a new label with a vaguely rebellious sounding name like “Mad Max Music” and offers the proponents of this “new cool” a means of getting their angst filled voices heard. Recording contracts are made, money is exchanged, ideals are compromised, and after a brief existence the MAN has sold a newer tamer version of this great “new cool” to the throngs of rebels-without-clues. The revolution is snuffed out before it can begin. And almost poetically, the MAN makes tons of money doing it. Then he saturates all forms of media with this “new cool” to the point where not only does everyone tire quickly of it, the “new cool” quickly becomes a joke or worse, part of the establishment. The man did this to punk, funk, rockabilly, folk, metal, hip-hop hardcore and every other genre or trend out there that sprang up since the 60’s. Hell, the MAN even skipped the middleman in many instances and sewed together and animated such monstrosities as NEW METAL and TEEN IDOLS himself. Long story short, usually by the time it made it to your record player it had already been sterilized of all thought producing fertility, and only the old approved themes of heartache and infatuation were allowed to grow.
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