SECRET AFFAIR: Mods As Sods?

Skinny ties and short hair, melodies and sportcoat-parades trooping fashion and fun like a traveling funeral, like a gross non-sequitur. Like allofasudden some new edicts trumpeting cleancut choices, clearcut changes, fuckin’ limeys bouncing up and down with stupid smiles and youth-culture socio-shit.

Always thought the “rockers” were the hep tribe in Quadrophenid; sublife ratlife dross salivating malevolent ill-will and pronouncement on the tidy, succinct fun-rituals of non-leatherbound pleasureseeking teen-wimp throngs. Now suddenly this neo-mod revival of sorts, its dubious cultural ramifications (ha ha ha) and bogus political relevance for chrissake.