A contagion that began as an isolated, early '90s outbreak now threatens pandemic proportions. From My Bloody Valentine to Magazine, The Slits to The Specials, Devo to Dinosaur Jr, defunct bands simply can't stop reforming. Everywhere ageing rockers are putting solo careers, however gilded or impecunious, on hold, blithely disregarding ineluctable artistic differences and legal impasses and cosying up to once despised bandmates (hello Blur, The Police, Spandau Ballet et al) while trousering the lucrative reformation shilling.
It might seem churlish to piss on the reunion parade when so many fans would happily sell their grandmothers just to touch the hem of revivified rock Messiahs like Led Zeppelin or Mott The Hoople, but for every renovated godhead there's a shedload of Shed Sevens, Limp Bizkits, Blink 182s and That Petrol Emotions wringing whatever last drops remain from questionable former "glories." The implications for new groups are stark; what does it say about audienceRead More »from State Of The Reunion