The chase to find the Next Great New York Phenomenon had become draining and pointless. Groups that seemed to have had just five rehearsals and one gig were being championed like they invented amplification. In the quest to try to plant a flag on a band, the question changed from whether they were any good, to whether anyone else had done it yet. The tiger had caught his tail and eaten himself whole.
From our 2011 feature, New York Rock In The Years To Be Hated.