TS: Neil Young vs. Roky Erickson

If Roky Erickson was in Buffalo Springfield, Suede and the Stone Roses would've been good. If it was Crosby Stills Nash & Erickson, Britpop would've been utterly fantastic and might even still be with us. (OK, grudgingly I give Primal Scream their due. It's OFTEN FORGOTTEN that in 1991 there weren't huge reissue programs of every psych obscurity on CD and you actually had to do a bit of research so what looks like fan-boy image-peddling NOW might have actually taken more effort than one might imagine from today's information-saturated and choice-driven culture!) And if it was Erickson who on the strength of about half-a-dozen (admittedly quite good) albums was immortalized as the 'exception that proves the dinosaur rule'(i.e. free get-out-clause for anything he releases for the rest of his life not that I'm too bothered, he's had a rough life with the handicapped kids and all - I mean, 'Re-ac-tor' 'being made to sound like physical therapy?' That touches even ME! Now, it's when artists soundtrack their MENTAL therapy where the results vary wildly and thus dweserve initial suspicion) then current American left-field prog-psych-art rock (do I even need mention names) would be trippy and exciting and violent and noisy and loud and disturbing and exhilarating and achingly soft and frighteningly intense, not an enervated, stoned/stunted whine babbling nursery rhymes and non-sequitoral nature mysticism over 'rustic' experimental music for people who want to be experimental as long as the process and result is kinda similar to unprecedented, experimental music from any previous era