Cult vocalist Ian Astbury has some pretty strong opinions on the state of the music industry. "Rock 'n' roll now is pretty much in the garbage," he tells The El Paso Times. "It's barely alive. Everybody has taken from it. Nobody has given back. There are a very few who have given back. It's a very selfish occupation."
The singer goes on to say that he doesn't think there will ever be a new Cult album, explaining, "Albums are dead. The format is dead. iTunes destroyed albums." Astbury does say, though, that if the band has a great song they really believe in, then they'll record it and release it.
Originally posted by uzlessThe cult was a great band, but times change. It is so boring to hear people whine about the current state of music. It happens every generation and the whiners are always proven wrong.
Cult vocalist Ian Astbury has some pretty strong opinions on the state of the music industry. "Rock 'n' roll now is pretty much in the garbage," he tells The El Paso Times. "It's barely alive. Everybody has taken from it. Nobody has given back. There are a very few who have given back. It's a very selfish occupation."
The singer goes on to say that he does ...[text shortened]... band has a great song they really believe in, then they'll record it and release it.
Originally posted by KazetNagorraum, pretty sure he was talking about new albums by new bands. I've been saying for years that albums are dead and that everything in the future will be put out as singles only.
Albums are dead? What an idiotic statement. If anything, the internet revolution has brought a new interest for old LPs, now easily available.
We are entering a new era of one-hit wonders. It's 1984 all over again.
Originally posted by uzlessAll the bands I listen to are still making albums. It seems you may be wrong.
um, pretty sure he was talking about new albums by new bands. I've been saying for years that albums are dead and that everything in the future will be put out as singles only.
We are entering a new era of one-hit wonders. It's 1984 all over again.
Originally posted by StTitoRock is entirely mediocre today. Acknowledge it. At least for newer bands. No individuality on instruments - all these flunky bands may as well be using the same rhytm section.
The cult was a great band, but times change. It is so boring to hear people whine about the current state of music. It happens every generation and the whiners are always proven wrong.
It ain't whining if it's true.
Originally posted by uzlessThe internet revolution has renewed my interest for new albums by new bands, all now easily available. I haven't bought "a single" since the mid-1990s. Do they still sell them?
um, pretty sure he was talking about new albums by new bands. I've been saying for years that albums are dead and that everything in the future will be put out as singles only.
Originally posted by badmoonPerhaps the rock you are listening to is mediocre. Can't argue with your assertion about your own taste. But I make a point of listening to as little mediocre rock as possible. It comes down to taste. Acknowledge it. Your tastes and the tastes of those with a taste for mediocre rock are clearly diverging. Mediocre rock wouldn't sell so weel if it weren't mediocre rock. Walk away from it. Mediocre rock is, was, and always will be ever-present and ever-plentiful. With the internet revolution it has far less of a suffocating effect than it did in ages past. I can make it through a day, week, month without being subjected to any mediocre rock whatsover.
Rock is entirely mediocre today. Acknowledge it.
Originally posted by Bosse de NageYes. Vinyl rips. Especially from eras when corporate rock was mediocre and limited-edition seven-inch singles were the little beacons of light on those dim dour dark drab dreary doleful, desparately eternal U.K. winter days.
The limited-edition seven-inch has really come into its own.
Originally posted by FMFsob, i left a white vinal copy of The Dickies in the back of a taxi and its gone forever :'(
Yes. Vinyl rips. Especially from eras when corporate rock was mediocre and limited-edition seven-inch singles were the little beacons of light on those dim dour dark drab dreary doleful, desparately eternal U.K. winter days.