By Scott Creney Ask anyone who’s ever worked for a literary magazine, democracy is a shitty way to evaluate art. The polarizing stuff rarely makes it through. Instead you end up with a bunch of B-plus material—competent, workmanlike. Or in the case of this week’s Pitchfork Top 200 Singles of the 80’s, you end up […]
The way The Smiths once covered their sleeves in 60s references, the way Wu-Tang Clan embraced the language and iconography of Shaolin, the way Oasis loved The Beatles, that’s the relationship Iceage has with xenophobia and white supremacy — it may not be the window, but it’s damn sure the drapes.
Doesn’t matter! It’s all image with these kids. It’s not real.
I’ve met Nick Cave a few times, and – seriously – I don’t reckon he has ever killed or raped a woman.