Purging the Zombatized Void with Alice Cooper
Rock appears to be going through a period of transitionary chaos.
Purging the Zombatized Void with Alice Cooper
Rock appears to be going through a period of transitionary chaos. An explosion of mediocre mundanity has deluged the once dynamically cretive industry with splintered ineffectual debris. Auditoriums resound with rote perfunctories given in lackadaisical mayhap by performers who seem to actually begrudge entertaining their audience. Many of the once welcome and efferversent musical mainstays have degenerated into tired, boring, and thoroughly predictable anachronisms.
Nevertheless, many critics and musicians refuse to admit that the form is approaching an unhealthy stagnancy that threatens to become a parody of tis once productive and innovative past. Some of the same individuals who once formed the initial aortic-avant-garde, the pushers premier, the poets profuse, now decry the emergence of what, for lack of final genesis, can only be termed as culturally-assaultive-theatricallyoriented-rock. We have come full circle in the period of less than a decade, so that we are now, iron' id
astoundingly, confronted by norde of reactionary political-musical bandidos, some of whom once served as objects of our virgin adulation.