
it's pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness. so said jerry garcia, grateful dead fella and ice-cream flavour. it seems a fitting quote given the general absence of declared counterculturism (whatever that really means) from the underground of somethingorother these days. was it ever anything other than poseur iconoclasm (musically speaking)? punk lasted all of two dada-ish minutes, rave lasted a few glo-sticks longer. does the not always willingly labeled concept of freak folk that all this shit [...]