The Mekons documentary cuts both ways.
It'll make you appreciate the dedication behind the Mekons: they're a punk band that outgrew the scene's limitations and embraced uncool country, spinning out this sweeping set of lilting underground tales. Most charitably, they're a band that rejects everything, including what punk's supposed to be, and their relentless persistence has got to be worth something.
On the other hand, The Mekons' story centers around a bunch of art school wanks who wanted to say something, and kinda farted around at various ways to frame it, without ever really risking anything. The deadpan feels preordained, and half as hooky as anything Gang of Four put out. The mysterious, infectious little asides aside, it's really an underwhelming bit of indie pop blown out of proportion 3/5
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