In recent weeks this virus has reached pandemic proportions, mutating from erstwhile Emap bigwig John Harris's auteurist hearkening back to an imaginary golden age in this very paper, to the apparently endless requiem for the rock writer's not-so-humble trade published by Drowned In Sound.
Some might say that going to the latter website for analysis of the
declining status of music journalism is a bit like reading about
global-warming in a private jet manufacturer's trade magazine. But it's quite fun finding out exactly what soon-to-be reformed Membrane John Robb's average day consists of. But responsibility for 2009's ongoing spiral of self-referentiality actually lies in a different quarter.