Sorry, fellas, but my arse is probably more 'Krautrock' than you.
Bands, please do not use the K-word indiscriminately. If you have genuinely lived in a commune near Frankfurt with on-the-run terrorists, ran a for-loss Arts Centre in the outskirts of Dusseldorf, played shows on psychedelics (rather than some modified amphetamine molecule you bought off the internet), were a member of 68er-Bewegung, lived on the streets for a while in '71, fell off the stage while playing a modified Farfisa organ, hung with Eddy Naegeli, Kalle Hausmann, etc, then fair enough.
But, if you're pretending to be Spacemen 3 or a JAMC tribute band on a wednesday night in a gasto-pub in Brighton, then, well... you see where I'm going here.
Of course, old people like me don't have a monopoly on words and how they're used; and "get the fuck out the way, grandpa, because" linguistic drift / terms are constantly reappropriated / atemporality makes a monkey out of lineage / "it's our time now, not yours, so fuck off and restore a Triumph Stag or something, plus you never did none of those things neither..."
Well, sure, of course, I get all that. But just remember: Eggs is eggs, and Indie is Indie.
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