Over at The Ringer, I wrote about the 30th anniversary of The Mekons Rock ‘N’ Roll, a record which utterly blew my mind the first time I heard it many years ago and only seems to become impossibly more trenchant with each passing hour. Check it out if you are interested!
The Mekons Rock ’N’ Roll is in part the story of a rogue genre’s domestication, a musical style born of danger and immediacy, carefully repackaged into comfort food for an ever more complacent center-right nation. “Capitalismos favorite boy child,” as the band describes it. But the record is also about something darker and more frightening—classic rock as an easygoing playlist for a new bonanza of technological thrills, skillfully harnessed to dazzle and distract. Five years before the internet and two away from CNN’s nightmarishly antiseptic gloss on the first Gulf War, we are on the brink of a giddy apocalypse of endless amusement.