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September 17, 2013

And while we're on the subject.... Henry Rollins.

Talk all the shit you want about teen pop stars,
but if you're looking for a fine example of a career built mostly on personality and attitude as opposed to good music, look no further. Henry Rollins's been coasting on the "success" of having inaudibly screamed his way through a couple of decent-ish Black Flag albums for decades, and now people revere him like some kind of punk rock Abe Lincoln. 5 Subtle Clues Your Favorite Band Secretly Suck

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 17, 2013 12:35 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I once said of Rollins: "If I wanted to be continuously harangued at top volume by a bullet-headed, muscle-bound thug who was perpetually PO'ed and disappointed, I'd join the Marine Corps!" But I guess a certain kind of hipster masochist eats this treatment up with a big spoon -- so long as it's served with the Hollywood-Left PC slogans that *Hank the Crank* is always careful to put front and center in his jeremiads.

Posted by: Skorpion at September 17, 2013 8:19 PM

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