And just like every other revolutionary movement, rock and roll has been relentlessly copied, imitated and diluted by corporate puppets in the interests of pure capital. Now every idiot mall-rat under the sun can buy their pair of designer ripped jeans and strut about to a totally soulless soundtrack that attempts to mimic the power of good old rock and roll, but in reality is about as subversive as shouting at your parents to leave you alone.
If the goal of art is to reach out to the audience and evaporate the effect of the routinisation of life, to put a man back in touch with her human core, through whatever means are possible and imaginable, then the goal of commerce is incongruent to the essence of rock and roll.
We advise you thusly therefore: Do not listen to the inhuman slags that attempt to persuade you that music is �just a laugh� or �just� anything at all, they are merely trying to drag you into the same numb mediocre hell that they reside in. Do not accept a world in which you are endlessly spoon-fed a diet of mental fast food, because just as your McCocksucker�s is full of cow shit and employee snot, entertainment is a psychologically cancerous force that can be as dangerous and damaging to what�s inside your skull as fast food undoubtedly is to your digestive tract. Only a thoroughly neurotic masochist would repeatedly shovel trash into his body and believe that it is not doing him any harm.
-Black Stevens
