Nowadays, it seems everybody wants their old-time rock and roll—club kids, minimalist beat-heads, retiring MCs, badly aging actresses, the doomed, the hijacked. Conciliatory thoughts of lazy A&Rs after Election Month 2000 ("There are always more guitars during Republican administrations") have come true. Yet instead of a new rockist revolution, we're stuck in modern history's infernal post-millennial pit, where misguided notions have made Iraqi democracy and Jet mash-ups shit-party siblings for cultural schoolbooks immemorial. The only escape appears to be imagining a creationist ethic that will devour its own history rather than... More >>>