Let’s be honest, the “rock” landscape has become quite a barren wasteland of overproduced mulch, but is it all doom and gloom?

Bands like Imagine Dragons, who use guitars as ornaments, completely dominate rock charts with electronic heavy melodies, can hardly be classified as a rock band. Not that I dislike them, it just doesn’t feel like a quintessential rock band to me…and they aren’t. So then why are they classified as a rock band?

The answer is simple: Audiences don’t know any better. People will digest anything that is thrown at them and accept it for what they are told it is, without asking too many questions. Whereas anybody that grew up through the 90’s and naughties (terrible name for a decade just BTW) still know what two guitars, bass, drums and vocals sound like, and therefore know what can be classified as rock! That is great for us, but bad for the genre and sub-genres that are still trying to survive in the Post – Post Malone world. These mumble rappers and sub-par “musicians” continually reach peak positions on charts and cast an extremely average shadow over bonified, talented artist that only get noticed by those who are looking. The optimist in me, however, believes there is still hope, even though not much.

Greta Van Fleet burst onto the scene a little while back giving us face-melting guitar riffs and “Robert Plantesque” vocals which may introduce a younger audience to some powerful music that has some substance behind it. That’s a good place to start, however, something more is needed.

“The optimist in me however believes there is still hope!”

Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of incredible musicians around, they just aren’t getting the recognition they deserve. And then there are those that have more talent then I have in my little toe that is in the spotlight, but continuously make absolutely shitty music (I am looking at you Ed Sheeran!)

Maybe all of this isn’t a bad thing! Perhaps rock is something that requires a community that will band together and keep the pulse going, the select few who appreciate it and support it with all the passion they possess. For lack of a better term, the outcasts who believe that rock is a way to not conform to what society prescribes them to be or do.

Rock might be barely breathing in a commercial world dictated by the uninspiring drab of Tay Tay and Bieber, but it is alive in those who create and mould an emotional connection to the music, and that will never be broken.