Kill your Idols
Time Out says
The problem comes when the film tries to link the old guard with current post-punkers like ARE Weapons, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Liars, Radio 4, The Rapture, Black Dice and Gogol Bordello. The connections – beyond the odd fractured guitar riff – never seem much more than superficial. Up against the garrulous No Wavers, the newer bands – inarticulate, unfocused and utterly apolitical – don’t really stand a chance. Arto Lindsay and Lee Ranaldo dismiss the new kids on the block as ‘manufactured’, ‘formulaic’ and ‘un-visionary’, while Lydia Lunch is the most entertainingly vitriolic. ‘What a pandering bunch of mama’s boys,’ she spits. ‘They seem so desperate to be liked, desperate to have their music used in the next car commercial.’ It undermines the whole project and renders the film – in the words of Lydia Lunch – ‘totally fucking redundant’.