So beautifully wrecked. I really loved this. The backwardness was disorienting in a way I can only imagine living a life on drugs and nerves can be. So good you guys, wow.
I turned straight back to the end. Shocking, *"Rask, an old man of twenty-nine*". I understand how they feel they've lived too long already. It's been too much. Their best was long gone. Melancholia, the final affectual hit here. Boys keep swinging - but they don't always work it out.
So well summarized, Caro, this is the story in its essence. Old-timers like you and I can remember the fun and freshness of that glam-to-punk era and that spirit is celebrated here, but we also see some dark undertones (becoming destructive overtones) that are also true of such determinedly self-seeking hedonism.
For me that stage strikes not in that period - it comes for me in the 90s - but it’s interesting to beam back in time and project ourselves to this era of David Bowie, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop and Marc Bolan. Macho swagger in the form of studied polymorphously perverse androgyny - interesting, to say the least!
What’s interesting sociologically is that the punk era is open to women (we get Siouxsie and Polly Styrene among many others) so the boys-keep-swinging culture changes significantly. This is much less so in the US punk scene which becomes astonishingly testosterone-charged and ultraswagger.
So beautifully wrecked. I really loved this. The backwardness was disorienting in a way I can only imagine living a life on drugs and nerves can be. So good you guys, wow.
Thanks so much HG, that nerve-jangling sense is what we were going for!
Absolutely superb. The vibes, the tragedy and all that beautiful mess.
Thank you so much Rosie, very happy you enjoy it
I turned straight back to the end. Shocking, *"Rask, an old man of twenty-nine*". I understand how they feel they've lived too long already. It's been too much. Their best was long gone. Melancholia, the final affectual hit here. Boys keep swinging - but they don't always work it out.
So well summarized, Caro, this is the story in its essence. Old-timers like you and I can remember the fun and freshness of that glam-to-punk era and that spirit is celebrated here, but we also see some dark undertones (becoming destructive overtones) that are also true of such determinedly self-seeking hedonism.
For me that stage strikes not in that period - it comes for me in the 90s - but it’s interesting to beam back in time and project ourselves to this era of David Bowie, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop and Marc Bolan. Macho swagger in the form of studied polymorphously perverse androgyny - interesting, to say the least!
What’s interesting sociologically is that the punk era is open to women (we get Siouxsie and Polly Styrene among many others) so the boys-keep-swinging culture changes significantly. This is much less so in the US punk scene which becomes astonishingly testosterone-charged and ultraswagger.