Sometimes the end of a particular era is marked by a catastrophic event, a generational reversal - a moment where love and unquestioning faith turn into their opposites. The hippies had Altamont, but last night we paid witness to the death of Novelty Rock, as enacted by a bunch of hapless stooges named Pink Grease, from that cused land of phoney hype - Great Britain.
Last night a generation of Vice-reading sheep suddenly realised they had been duped, that the culture and fashions to which they so slavishly adhered, with all its cynical posturing oh0so-clever embracing of pastiche and clichees, was in fact void.
As Pink Grease ran through what amounted to the worst travesty of faux-glam, semi-skilled prance-rock, you could see the waves of realisation ripple over the faces of the crowd: "This is crap!" Soon, the early adopters were leading in the chant: "You guys are shit!"
Along the edges of the crowd teenage girls could be observed stripping off their pink tank tops and "ironic" studded belts and starting small bonfires. Fey, pompadoured indie boys were arming themselves with broken bottles. Chairlegs and crowbars mysteriously appeared in many a raised fist.
Finally the band realised the perilous situation they found themselves in, as one of the two keyboard players was dragged off the stage and dismembered by the bloodthirsty mob. The band, aware that there was no escape, plowed on through their tuneless, pathetic set of sub-L.A.Guns riffs, finally faltering only when a well-aimed Molotov-cocktail torched the drum kit (and the drummer).
An ugly roar of approval rose from the disillusioned mass, who finally erupted in a full-scale riot. Police and security forces tried to seal off the area around the HiFi Bar, but it was too late...
as the smoke cleared and the last dazed hipsters scurried back to their "bohemian" sharehouses, the corpses of band members and concert promoters dangled from lamp posts in Swanston St, and toilets at the local McDonalds "family" restaurant franchise were blocked with the ripped-up glossy pages of Vice magazine.
A generation had freed itself of that which had oppressed them.
― heath mulholland (Mullo), Sunday, 28 November 2004 23:22 (twenty-one years ago)
Man, people really hate hipsters don't they?
Pink Grease are a bit crap, I suppose. I'm not sure I'd want to kill them though.
The band, aware that there was no escape, plowed on through their tuneless, pathetic set of sub-L.A.Guns riffs, finally faltering only when a well-aimed Molotov-cocktail torched the drum kit (and the drummer).
That bit's kind of stirring, they should get Peter Jackson to film it in slow motion close-up.
― M1chael Ph1lip Ph1lip Ph1lip Ph1lip Ph1lip Ann0yman (Ferg), Monday, 29 November 2004 06:57 (twenty-one years ago)
This review is bullshit tho' - Pink Grease are glam but definately not in a LA Guns Hollywood cock rock chicks-w/-dicks sense but a lumpen, pie -and-peas brickie-in-makeup 70s Anglo manner. I saw therm in York, UK about a month ago and the young, non-hipster crowd was eating it up, and rightly so. So was I.
― Raw Patrick (Raw Patrick), Monday, 29 November 2004 18:41 (twenty-one years ago)
they were pretty fun in sheffield when i saw them a long while ago (first gig?). they are hipster for sheffield, but i think imagining that they are real hipsters and subsequently beating them with that stick is a little off base. they def fit into a yorkshire dowdy glam thing like what 'e said above. they did have an attendant crowd of their mates who sort of loved themselves but it was ok. also i saw them in a small pub backroom which i think makde more sense.
― ambrose (ambrose), Monday, 29 November 2004 20:58 (twenty-one years ago)