God help us, even the Mothersbaugh spuds have been assimilated. In this Disney-concocted black op, original Devo songs have been McDonaldized into nothing more than music to trash Toys R Us to, sung by sugar-bender clean-kiddies chosen for their docility, Wite-Out teeth and ability to withstand the Joan Crawford “encouragement” of their stage mommies. This was indeed sanctioned by the original Devo in a whirlwind of careless corporate greed that figured future class action suits from parents won’t make a dent in a profit margin reaped by sucking all the irony out of the material and turning things like “Freedom of Choice” into nonsense nursery rhymes for responsibly mindless consumerbots yet to be. Put down that $5 espresso and grok for a second the insidiousness of putting Brahms and Mozart even further out of the reach of a Generation Zzz that’s been given nothing more than Playstations to help them kludge their way through a world of nightmare flashbacks wherein Nixon, Roe/Wade and the Scopes trial are covered by Pravda. Not to wax too hippyish, but fight the power already, somebody.
