Stumbled across this today. I hate its “let’s point at the weirdos” tone, and especially the smug, patronising comments by Neil McCormick, the Daily Telegraph’s Rock critic. Daily Telegraph Rock Critic, there’s a phrase that sums up the anodyne conservatism of the rock press and sticks a ribbon on top.
I notice the Beatles mono box costs £200, the stereo one not much less. I guess if people are willing to pay it, good luck to them. But the whole marketing ploy stinks. EMI know that there are legions of rock critics out there who will give the whole affair a ludicrous amount of attention, competing to see who can be the most gushingly hyperbolic. And consumer sheep will obediently wave their credit cards around to buy the music for a third time. And they’ll do it all again in a few years time when the Blu-Ray edition comes out with “rare video footage and unseen photos” (doesn’t everybody know what they bloody look like by now?).
Unlike some people I know (they’re not as rare as the establishment would have you believe), I don’t gag on my own bile at the mere mention of the Beatles. It’s not unpleasant music, just unengaging and uninteresting for the most part. Sure, they are tunes you can whistle – but so is “Bob the Builder”.
I guess as I get older, I get more cynical about the whole pop / industry machine and the press that feeds it. It’s a maggot-ridden corpse, and the maggots have no integrity or scruples as long as there’s feeding to be had.
I’m happy in the margins, in the undergrowth, where folk make music for the thrill, or in a genuine attempt to make something new. To create art, in other words, if art hadn’t become such a debased term. If the whole bloated corpse of the music industry and its hangers on were to spectacularly implode tomorrow, I don’t think it would make one iota of difference to the quality of music made by people around the world.
By the way – my original rant can be found here. Was grumpy that day!