Oh it has certainly
done its damage. You didn’t think it could, but then look what fucking
happened. Quick and empty.
There is no sense in
mocking Twitter (one of the reasons being – what if you decide to start your
own account in a few days). But my God, I don’t think in a Twitter-free world
Luke Haines (whose Twitter page is great misanthropic fun) would be releasing Adventures In Dementia. A decent
mini-album, murky and skillful, but just so goddamned unremarkable by this man’s
standards.
It happened last
year, with the final installment of his psychedelic trilogy, New York In The 70s. It was like he
believed that every thought coming out of his head was worth recording. And it
felt quick and half-baked, it felt like Twitter. Adventures In Dementia feels like a
hashtag.
Twitter world cheapens
art. Deadens it, makes it this much less special. And we do not even notice and just get on with the next tweet.
