By: Donna Brown |
Tuesday January 18, 2005 |
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The first clue I had vis-a-vis the inherent
abnormality of the New Wave of New Wave of New Wave
hit me during a conversation with a much younger
friend of mine. The unfortunate subject of said
conversation was a young acquaintance given, in
typically paradoxical look-at-me/don't you
fucking-look-at-me hipster fashion, to breaking out a
boom box on the local college campus and doing the
Robot (apparently, the height of her move-busting
skills). My friend (whom we shall call Bill, for that
is his name) said, "Man, I hate that dance music she
listens to!"
Of course, my hackles rose immediately, and I readied
myself to call him a rockist and worse if necessary.
But I played it cool, coyly asking him, "You mean
that 'ooh-ah-just-a-little-bit' techno stuff?"
He said, "No! I mean dance music. You know, like
the Rapture."
Do what now? Had my jaw not been on the floor by now,
I would have given poor Bill a Ken Burns-style lecture
on real dance music and how These Indie Kids Today
Don't Know What That Is. But it was, so I
couldn't.
Aside from "Wow, these rock critics are OLD!"
there was a point to the above story. All right, it
was these kids today don't know what real dance
music is. You got me. Now, I like to do the Robot
as much as the next dude-with-an-Interpol-haircut, but
I can also regular-dance. At least I try, like Minor
Threat says to do. But I fear that this new barrage of
post-punk-art-terrorist type bands are born more out of
irony than for love of the music. Despite their best
attempts at Marxist rhetoric, Radio 4, Brooklyn
hipsters to a man, have forgotten that to make good
dance music, you a) must like to dance, and b) be
willing to do so without a pained grimace or a
ready-for-my-Vice-magazine-close-up shit-eating grin.
Instead, Radio 4 has expended precious energy picking
out little hats and talking about how most of the
dance music The Kids are listening to these days
doesn't, you know, say anything. That's fine and
dandy, but if you plan to excoriate the very genre from
whence you steal (and don't give me that "stealing
is an art form crap) then you'd better come up
with some better lyrics than "Electrify/across the
floor," and damn quick.
What made the first wave of
post-punk so exhilarating was a sense of camaraderie
that transcended race and class lines, creating
original and lasting music out of a very real sense of
despair. Stealing of a Nation, though danceable (and
not just the Robot either-I checked!), amounts to
nothing more than a series of condescending 4/4
harangues with the occasional whistle. You feel as if
you're on the wrong end of a High Fidelity rock
history lesson/nightmare. The band has the right
influences, but it's frustrating knowing that they
could have combined those with their obviously
right-on politics to forge something akin to what
their forebears did. In these times, politically
charged music is a necessity. Maybe their next album
will see Radio 4 leaving their Williamsburg enclave
and getting the balance right.