I like ska and I’m not ashamed to say it…
…though I can’t see why anyone ought to be ashamed for digging danceable, treatment bluebeat pop in the first place.
That sentiment persists in certain self-consciously hip quarters, what is ed however, where the value of one’s soul is measured by one’s admiration for Thom Yorke’s soporific drone. Ska — especially the “third wave” variety — can be shallow, banal, and without any enduring substance, but the same can be said about pop music in general.
Given the choice of wearing some affected cred on my sleeve in order to impress another pretentious snot or grooving to three minutes of disposable effervescence, I’ll take the latter course of action every time.
Mock all you want, but let he who isn’t a twenty-something middle-class white kid prone to gushing about Wu Tang or Odd Future cast the first stone.