Post by davros on Oct 26, 2009 10:13:41 GMT -5
This seemed the best place to put this?
It's my own account and feel free to disagree etc and forgive the spelling mistakes!
Once upon a time...
There was this country called Britain and in the early 1990's not many people gave a flying one about music.
John Lennon would have a tribute concert in Liverpool (with such acts as Lenny Kravitz and Kylie) which was barely attended and computer games seemed to be outselling albums.
The country was transfixed by Nirvana and other Seattle scene bands and they held a stranglehold over everything.
British bands seemed to "rebel" against plaid shirts, fuzzy guitars and smack by er... going back to the 1960's/1970's.
Great music was being made by Blur, Kinky Machine, Lush and Suede etc but they didn't seem as exotic as what was coming from America?
Things changed with Kurt Cobain's suicide and the arrival of Oasis.
I'd say the golden age of Britpop was 1993-1996 there was a complete change around in attitudes from six years ago and things really did seem like British music was on the cusp on a golden age?
...and then New Labour and the non-music mainstream press adopted "Britpop" as their own which more or less killed it slowly over the coming years. A lot of people who used to spend their days jamming with bands suddenly found themselves on the "New Deal" employment programme (myself included) and this soured things like you wouldn't believe!
(There is a special place in hell reserved for the arch-traitor Alan McGee but that's another story...)
Britpop became a label that was stuck to many bands even if they didn't want it? (Such as er... Manic Street Preachers and Super Furry Animals) As well as being used for the dreadful bandwagon jumpers such as Menswe@r (I feel so...so... dirty writing that name...) etc...
One band who really summed up Britpop were Supergrass but because they were in the "second wave of Britpop" (whatever the hell that was?) they weren't held as in high regard as Oasis or Blur. (Who more or less shut and bolted the door behind them once they achieved success...Whoops! "Debbie" got hold of my computer again!)
And now?....
Britian is the most depressing place on Earth!
Since the war on terror started people have become less open to original music, let alone ideas from other genres? The indie kids in their skinny jeans have gone online to "MySpace" in the misguided belief people will notice them or even worse are in the queue to be humiliated or accepted by Simon Cowell on "The X Factor"? If they haven't joined the queue to sign up to fight unwinnable wars or joined the jobcentre?
For a brief peroid Britpop made life worth living. There really isn't anything like it at the moment and I thank the makers of this website for at least trying to keep those days alive.
I have at least saved you money on buying "The Last Party" book by John Harris, but as that had more details of the bands with pictures, it's worth picking up!
The moral of this story is... if a scene breaks near you (which to be honest it won't, the next ten years are going to be hell) then make the most of it but it's gonna go before you can label it and leave dozens of wrecked lives in it's wake.
But you'll always have the music I suppose?...
It's something to play in your head as you stare through the wire fence of your local internment camp...
Thank you for reading this. *hugs*
It's my own account and feel free to disagree etc and forgive the spelling mistakes!
Once upon a time...
There was this country called Britain and in the early 1990's not many people gave a flying one about music.
John Lennon would have a tribute concert in Liverpool (with such acts as Lenny Kravitz and Kylie) which was barely attended and computer games seemed to be outselling albums.
The country was transfixed by Nirvana and other Seattle scene bands and they held a stranglehold over everything.
British bands seemed to "rebel" against plaid shirts, fuzzy guitars and smack by er... going back to the 1960's/1970's.
Great music was being made by Blur, Kinky Machine, Lush and Suede etc but they didn't seem as exotic as what was coming from America?
Things changed with Kurt Cobain's suicide and the arrival of Oasis.
I'd say the golden age of Britpop was 1993-1996 there was a complete change around in attitudes from six years ago and things really did seem like British music was on the cusp on a golden age?
...and then New Labour and the non-music mainstream press adopted "Britpop" as their own which more or less killed it slowly over the coming years. A lot of people who used to spend their days jamming with bands suddenly found themselves on the "New Deal" employment programme (myself included) and this soured things like you wouldn't believe!
(There is a special place in hell reserved for the arch-traitor Alan McGee but that's another story...)
Britpop became a label that was stuck to many bands even if they didn't want it? (Such as er... Manic Street Preachers and Super Furry Animals) As well as being used for the dreadful bandwagon jumpers such as Menswe@r (I feel so...so... dirty writing that name...) etc...
One band who really summed up Britpop were Supergrass but because they were in the "second wave of Britpop" (whatever the hell that was?) they weren't held as in high regard as Oasis or Blur. (Who more or less shut and bolted the door behind them once they achieved success...Whoops! "Debbie" got hold of my computer again!)
And now?....
Britian is the most depressing place on Earth!
Since the war on terror started people have become less open to original music, let alone ideas from other genres? The indie kids in their skinny jeans have gone online to "MySpace" in the misguided belief people will notice them or even worse are in the queue to be humiliated or accepted by Simon Cowell on "The X Factor"? If they haven't joined the queue to sign up to fight unwinnable wars or joined the jobcentre?
For a brief peroid Britpop made life worth living. There really isn't anything like it at the moment and I thank the makers of this website for at least trying to keep those days alive.
I have at least saved you money on buying "The Last Party" book by John Harris, but as that had more details of the bands with pictures, it's worth picking up!
The moral of this story is... if a scene breaks near you (which to be honest it won't, the next ten years are going to be hell) then make the most of it but it's gonna go before you can label it and leave dozens of wrecked lives in it's wake.
But you'll always have the music I suppose?...
It's something to play in your head as you stare through the wire fence of your local internment camp...
Thank you for reading this. *hugs*