Being a child everything is wonderment, everything is potential for dreams to be fulfilled, adventures to be had and experiences to be shared. rThis stage of life is littered with all manner of entertainment. Disappointment is a rarity crushing disappointment is non-existent. rNo fatal consequence, ignorance reigns supreme and unrequited love conquers all.rThe child grows and becomes a questioning teen, self pitying, self absorbed, angry at not being understood or understanding themselves but the entertainment still delivers. Entertainment conquers all but where is the reflection? rThe bands of old are hand me downs, palmed off from a world that is history, unidentifiable. A plethora of ?genres? are available but all come across as naff, forced, soulless, theatrical, pompous, dated, ridiculous, un-relatable or worst of the worst, fake. Even so entertainment is gleamed from this world seen through an MTV lens acted out in the name of good 'ol entertainment and its all yours for a price.rThen a single band are thrown into the mix as nothing more than themselves. Self pitying, questioning angry young men. The sarcasm is outrageous, the bile palpable and the music earth shattering. Entertainment is reduced to ashes and rising from it all is a human entity that acts as a conduit for a generations frustrations. rJust as quickly as it all emerges it is taken away in one self absorbed, self pitying, angry, selfish act that changes the landscape. rThe generation moves on but looks back knowingly reasoning that their time was the last and its like will never be seen again. r
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