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Alright, maybe I was a little harsh back on June 7th…okay, I was apocalyptic. Sometimes I get that way when it comes to culture, and rock music in particular. But are the current trends in rock really the signposts on the way to cultural implosion? Maybe not. Here’s a link to a CD review of the Eagles of Death Metal album by Ken Tucker from NPR last week. Tucker insists that the representatives of the new “classic rock” genre are not joke bands. Rather, they harken back to the days of the Stones, James Brown, and T.Rex not to walk around the corpse of a dead era (Weekend at Bernies, anyone?), but to remind us why we liked it so damn much. Because it f’ing rocks.

Even though rock has been dangerously toeing the line between tradition and irony, between clever and stupid, I’ll still rock out to the Eagles of Death Metal (the name refuses to be truncated into a viable nickname) and sing along shamelessly to the Darkness. In all truth, rock has been kinda boring for a long time, now we’ve got something we can dance to that’s not a Joy Division knock-off.