Cultural critic David T. Lindsay has made a career of drawing parallels that no one else would ever dream of doing. He's been the most controversial reviewer of music and movies Atlanta has ever seen in publications ranging from Muzik to Creative Loafing. He also runs the aptly named Worrybird company, producing garage bands and all sorts of alternative music on CD, including a wild tribute to Roger Corman, Stock Footage, and distributing Fred Olen Ray's Scared Topless.
So naturally David thinks there should be a Nuremberg Trial for today's standardized Rock that has forgotten how to Roll.
Or as Brad Linaweaver says, "Lindsay is to the music business what Bela Lugosi was to drawing room comedy -- something really scary!"
With a writing style as unpredictable as one of Ed Wood's movie scripts, David T. Lindsay dons the robes of justice and casts a sardonic look at the most self-indulgent collection casts a sardonic look at the most self-indulgent collection of overpaid children in the history of the world; the rockers who will never mature to the level of one of their own groupies.
Judge Lindsay pronounces his verdict: "Guilty, guilty, guilty!"
