The Death of Intentionality - Industry Plants
If you follow my blog and/or newsletter, you're almost certainly the kind of person who knows about the magic of being an early believer in artists. I remember preordering Castle Rat's debut record and chomping at the bit to see how their medieval doom-metal rat lore would translate from live shows to a record. I felt the same electricity when a friend put me on to Geese a few years ago; they felt so totally untethered from corporate scripts. With that background established, you can then imagine my whiplash at the latest online discourse, where gatekeepers are screaming the same exhausted phrase at both of them: "Industry Plant." This isn't new, and it isn't unique. Whether it's a post-punk band finding its feet, a fantasy metal band swinging swords at human-sized rats, or Angine de Poitrine, the math-rock duo blowing up feeds in polka-dot suits, the verdict remains the same. If a band looks cool, sounds punchy, and takes off quickly, cynics assume there...
