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Melody Maker
(21 Oct 95)
Digbeth Institute, Birmingham
INDIE is in Birmingham. Indie goes down a rapturous storm. Indie
makes everyone happy tonight. Indie is lovely. Indie is the
fleetfooted reduced to leadboot toetap. Indie is every single
embarrassing moment of your life returned to like eternal dog's
vomit. Indie's emotional limit is the delineation of when you feel a
bit shit. Indie succeeds in this. Indie is tight T-shirts and
rhythm sections. Indie is everyone wanting to look like one of the
Beastie Boys even the Beastie Boys have stopped doing this.
Indie doesn't see any point in voting because everything
stays the same and comfy. Indie reaps the benefits of demoncracy and
is unwilling to try and preserve it. Indie is communal contentment
over mass ecstacy. Indie is an overheard conversation that makes you
want to stab in the halfdark.
Indie is four people getting together wanting to create
something sublime and immortal having had their lives swallowed by
pop and needing to do the same, surveying the infinite possibilities
and deciding three guitars some drums and some good songs will just
about do. Indie is the scornful look from people your brain could
eclipse and burn a million times over. Indie is every single
transcendent spirit of humanity withered and died to the desire to
succeed.
Indie is musical bigotry, political apathy, casual racism.
Indie is a popularity contest that hates shallowness. Indie is
revenge. Indie is the class weirdo with their own thrown in the
sixth form centre. Indie is the dual luxury of the glamour of
alienatioln couplted with party invitations. Indie is sauce over
sex, ignorance over intuition, Gene over Gravediggaz, Powder over
Pram and if you think that's petty you weren't here tonight, this was
petty-lite. Indie is utterly wonderful.
Sleeper are great and I love them as much as you do. WILL
THAT DO ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IT'S DOWN IN B&W JUST REREAD THIS
SENTENCE FOREVER JUST FOR CHRISSAKES DON'T TALK TO ME. Indie is the
only world in which Wener's cretinous Tory! Tory! Tory! blathering
would not only be tolerated but applauded for their "bravery". Indie
is the only type of pop that hasn't superseded poetry. Indie is
happy. Indie is harmless. Indie is in love. Indie is moving with a
bounce and a skip tonight and is proof that nothing is more revolting
that the sight of the inheritors of the earth enjoying themselves.
Indie has won. Indie will always win. Indie is where your
assumption of universal complexity crumbles into the stark
realisation that some people really are complete cunts. Indie is
dead and buried. Indie is alive and well. The crowd roared.
NEIL KULKARNI
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