I haven’t written about indie music in quite a while, and all the video game news commentary is making me kind of bored when reading my own blog. There was a time when this thing was a perfect representation of my ego, where I could write about something that pissed me off at 4 AM, forget about it while I slept until noon. When I woke up from those sessions, I’d shake off my hangover, and laugh at whatever the Hell 4 AM me was talking about. Now 4 AM me bores me.

While Elroy Jetson wearing a swastika tattoo on his boy tit and the fat chick doing the splits is a good start to bringing things back around, I still need to bump all this Microsoft fanboy crap off the page. Partly because the PS3 and Wii are both great systems, which I don’t feel like giving equal time to, but also because I’m bored with gaming news’ crusty and beefy ass. So lets get this train back on track to Whoville, shall we?

To me, music is a great way to tell where a generations’ mind is. Right now, youth music directly contradicts the attitudes of doom and gloom coming from yesterday’s heavy hitters, such as Green Day (God rest their souls at the bottom of Lake Springfield). Our superheroes are Deadpool, Flash and Hugh Jackman, whereas the early nineties grunge movement had the Crow, the Darkness and Robert Smith. I’d say we’re not so much concerned about war and genocide, or poverty and the repercussions thereof, so much as tomorrow’s US Americans really just want to alternate between having sex and watching cartoons forever. Hell, sometimes we watch cartoons have sex.

In other words, half hearted political activist films like Biodome shall not come of generation Y, unless Loose Change counts. This is a time for the Zuckers and Wayans and Brooks of the world to thrive.

First off is a band from my old stomping grounds, the 92630 area code. Young, beautiful and boasting a hip and groovy noise that sounds more garage than studio, its:

The Broken Remotes. Their lyrics are emotional nonsense put together to be catchy and mock melodramatic at the same time. Most of their tracks tend to be up beat crowd pleasers, made to be jammed to either in the privacy of the car, or the safety and anonymity of a live crowd of my fellow sexy/sweaty twenty somethings. These kids are good times, check them out.

On the flipside of all that great indie stuff, here’s what I listen to when I’m doing something nefarious:

Dr. Steel. I really haven’t done a lot of background on who the Hell this is, but the theme seems to be some weird mix of electronic rock/steam-punk child nostalgia. There’s no one sound in his music that is completely intelligible, and it often floats back and forth completely schizophrenically between speed metal and elegantly remixed music box quality audio. All I know for sure? The sonuvabitch does a mean Inspector Gadget remix.

Despite all this delicious insanity and upbeat indie pop, once in a while, I just need to throw a bone to those idiotic angry assholes of the 70s and 80s who would be honored to be called idiotic angry assholes.

I present to you 2004’s Punk Rock Orchestra. It was largely ignored at the time of its release because people realized punk sucked twenty years ago, and only die hard Sex Pistols fans gave enough of a crap to buy it, making it one of the only bombs the music industry has ever known as they didn’t make enough money back to cover the cost of hiring an orchestra. However, perhaps it was just before its time, as this is slowly growing in popularity thanks to the IM and torrent culture. Personal favorite song on the CD: Schwarzenegger Uber Alles by the Dead Kennedys. Its always fun to listen to skinheads vent pure emotion backed up by a full church choir and classical strings section, no matter what the message was supposed to be before lyrics like "his world is run by robot police/they hunt latinos and P.O.P.’s."

So, there we go. I think that, since my relationship with the Mouse is safely at an end for now, I’m gonna bring back the scary guy again. I’ll probably keep the Dharma Bum moniker, since I missed it, but its just a shame to let a beautiful blog format go unused. And I think it fits me, or at least one of my personalities.