insulting sameness dream of the colourless popular

Mediocrity & conformity are driven by our search for pseudo-individualisation, for deep pop revulsion, like an agonised star magazine industry. So: the brash kids have manufactured yet one more final public, filling their lungs with apparent irony. We are forced to welcome releases of an ephemeral nature, but these sub-cultural climaxes remind the many of the vivid unease inevitably reached through mediocrity. & most of this influx is just coming...
Seek out the talented, & ghettoise them with a gimmick!
For years the collecting up of one's self, becoming broken-hearted, gave the unknown artist something else: respect. But now, recognition sells blandness. So, take thy being out, thou entertainers, to where the vast writers describe thee in terms of demands made!