It’s a little known fact that, for all his “wake up America, you’re dead!” proclamations, Anthony H. Wilson looked at a certain faction of the ‘90s American indie-rock scene with a great deal of paternal affection. How could he not? Just look at Sub Pop’s aping of Wilson’s hype machine, or the whole Unrest/Teen Beat scene and their Factory-worshiping record sleeves. It was a dark day in Virginia when Unrest had to sate their rampant Anglophilia by cutting a deal with 4AD. Truth is, when the ‘80s became the ‘90s, Wilson doggedly clung to his dreams of running a label that held a mirror up to the unwashed faces of E-addled British youth, meaning he had to hurriedly cram his box of rare Simple Machines seven-inches underneath Factory’s overpriced boardroom table whenever Keith Allen or Alan Erasmus were around.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Unwound - Mkultra (Kill Rock Stars)
It’s a little known fact that, for all his “wake up America, you’re dead!” proclamations, Anthony H. Wilson looked at a certain faction of the ‘90s American indie-rock scene with a great deal of paternal affection. How could he not? Just look at Sub Pop’s aping of Wilson’s hype machine, or the whole Unrest/Teen Beat scene and their Factory-worshiping record sleeves. It was a dark day in Virginia when Unrest had to sate their rampant Anglophilia by cutting a deal with 4AD. Truth is, when the ‘80s became the ‘90s, Wilson doggedly clung to his dreams of running a label that held a mirror up to the unwashed faces of E-addled British youth, meaning he had to hurriedly cram his box of rare Simple Machines seven-inches underneath Factory’s overpriced boardroom table whenever Keith Allen or Alan Erasmus were around.
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