(Fiction)Like a particularly hopeless dame in an especially repetitive melodrama, indie rock, so the story goes, is perpetually in need of saving. It's a strangely persistent narrative, one that makes the British music press seem like some poor old eschatological crank – forever raving about the second coming, then excusing and revising our predictions when they fail.Is there something in the sound of guitars that fires up the sentimental and fatalistic wiring of our brains? And why do the ban...
Guardian Music — (Fiction)Like a particularly hopeless dame in an especially repetitive melodrama, indie rock, so the story goes, is perpetually in need of saving. It's a strangely persis... more info