Doing my dad a favour, I went to get him a ticket for the Rollin' Clones in The Globe.
Why was I embarrassed? I have no issues with authorship in music. Nor authenticity for that matter. In fact the more synthetic the better.
So why do I have a hang up about cover bands when I adore fakery everywhere else in music? As a cheapskate I should be in favour but they're just... well... naff. And naffness is chronic.
So here's a proper band (whatever one of those is) covering the Stones. All female post-punk goodness from 1980.
mp3---> The Mo-dettes - Paint It Black
