That last line of the article was a surprise to me, but i guess SR put some thought into it.
Punk has always been like a special moment, but history is a one way street
Really enjoyed reading this, lots of good personal anecdotage and nifty inversions/plays on words e.g. "commodified the explosion", "inimitable and irresistible to imitate".

I just wish it had been longer and allowed for more discussion of punk's place in today's world -- the idea that offence is now what the Right does, for example.

It's ironic, too, and presumably again cos of space limitations that after saying the author of McClarens biography only glancingly describes "Anarchy in the UK" that Simon (who we all know can describe the fuck out of music) only has space to glancingly describe it's "sound storm". But then, perhaps there's not all that much to describe when it comes to the Pistols?

I must say all the situationist stuff about the boredom of modern life still resonates with me. What I found particularly interesting about McClaren as Simon writes about him is as a figure who wanted to rebel but slowly but surely was completely absorbed into the establishment (and perhaps always wanted to be there).

I personally feel this is what's happened to me. Not that I was ever a rebel, but you know - the job, the rent or mortgage, the nice TV and all that. And all the while the thrilling intensity of life disappearing into the rearview mirror.

Dearest brother, why aren't you listening to those Milton Babbitt records I lent you?

Prog rock was elegant and ostentatious. Conservative and refined.

Whereas punk, my dear brother, only objected to progs grandiosity. It was never the voice of the streets, neither was it a genre of petty vandalism. It was a kick up the establishments proverbial backside to get their act together. Much more of a safety valve than rave, you see. I told you when we had to sleep in the bunk bed together when we were age 12 to dispense with these preoccupations.
Corpsey has an evil twin!? With a differing musical taste!?

Indeed. In general I believe popular music entered an extremely sharp decline after the baroque period. If one is to dispense with the intellect posthaste, then would it not, my fellow interlocutor, be extremely logical for one to partake in the pleasures of listening to the sounds of lavatories? After all, excreting faecal waste is mans most important bodily function, is it not?

I will hear none of this idle chatter about the dopamine hit, the carnal physicality of music. stringent mathematics!

My brother, however, must be admonished.