Dead Cinema should have single handedly dismantled your perception of what a band in the modern age is. They could have changed your entire idea of the notion of music and its place in the world of (he)art, if anybody would have been aware of what they were trying to do, and if they could have succeeded at it. As it stands, at the end of the day, they revolutionized their own minds instead, and went on a permanent ego trip. Unwilling to bow down in the face of the lack of criticism, they just continued basking in the glow of their fictional renown, slinking around town so they wouldn't be unrecognized, coming up with great new ideas for merch, and talking about the inevitable infighting between musicians—the modern equivalent of groupies— who think they are members of the band during the upcoming world tours—or at least the Japanese one, flanked by a battalion of geishas. Don't call them whores. –J Breeden, 2011
