This from the excellent blog, Ghost of a flea:
I could weep. It is post-punk in a minivan, yearning for a lost, and largely fabricated, youthful art-school rebellion, this sort of personality not only destroyed art in the 1920s, destroyed music in the 1970s and destroyed the social sciences in the 1980s, it now insists on whinging on at the thought of public art that might be enjoyed by the public. Self-regarding, vanguardist, Guardianista prats.
Ghost of a Flea, Angel of the South, on the closet snobbery of The Guardian
