The essence of the hipster: irony

We know that hipsters served as the implement of tearing down metal because once you infiltrate a genre with consciously inauthentic people, it becomes easy to separate aesthetic from its cause, and therefore you make the genre into wallpaper that you can apply to any template, especially the rock/pop variety.

History will eventually record rock music as a simplification of European folk, with the added Semitic use of bent notes in pentatonic scales as probably a holdover derived from ancient Egyptian music, but nonetheless serving a simple function: keep only color notes in a formless composition directed solely by rhythm.

That provides an optimized product. Easy to produce, nearly interchangeable, and impossible to do really well, it sets up a mediocre standard which is convenient for industry and consumers alike. They have constant novelty, which is what the majority of them crave.

Hipsters work within the social economy, where popularity is power and translates to status and thus opportunity and therefore wealth, by breaking down that which has unique character and transforming it into more of the same, so that hipsters can reign by finding “new” material to hype.

That way, those hipsters became seen as a source of the culture-surrogate that is pop culture, and through that means, they become “important” and gain power. These two traits — inauthenticity disguised as authenticity, and power-seeking through social means — define the hipster.

As Ad Busters wrote some time ago about The Hipster Question, the hipster is an aggregate of the past, not a unique direction, no matter how much he pretends otherwise:

Ever since the Allies bombed the Axis into submission, Western civilization has had a succession of counter-culture movements that have energetically challenged the status quo. Each successive decade of the post-war era has seen it smash social standards, riot and fight to revolutionize every aspect of music, art, government and civil society.

But after punk was plasticized and hip hop lost its impetus for social change, all of the formerly dominant streams of “counter-culture” have merged together. Now, one mutating, trans-Atlantic melting pot of styles, tastes and behavior has come to define the generally indefinable idea of the “Hipster.”

An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the “hipster” – a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.

What defines the hipster? He has no goal except himself. Building on the leather jacket wearing anti-heroes from 1920s literature, the hipster seeks coolness through apathy and defensive, arrogant selfishness disguised as cultural eliteness.

The hipster claims to be authentic, therefore must destroy the authentic that might compete with him. For this reason, his identity is entirely defined in opposition, meaning that he reacts to mainstream culture but has no ideas of his own.

Freedom, apathy, coolness, individualism, and the anti-hero operate the same way. They create nothing, only resist and reject what is. Perpetual rebels, they define themselves by being rebels to everything and anything, since to be a perpetual rebel as an identity, you cannot care much about what you rebel against.

Like most rebels, they operate through irony, which in a social context means asserting that what is obviously true and real is not true or important, and asserting instead the absurd as the real as a means of perpetuating the rebellion.

Consider the role that irony serves in the hipster revolution:

As a function of fear and pre-emptive shame, ironic living bespeaks cultural numbness, resignation and defeat. If life has become merely a clutter of kitsch objects, an endless series of sarcastic jokes and pop references, a competition to see who can care the least (or, at minimum, a performance of such a competition), it seems we’ve made a collective misstep. Could this be the cause of our emptiness and existential malaise? Or a symptom? – “How to Live Without Irony,” by Christy Wampole, The New York Times, November 17, 2012

Ironic living means fatalism. You have given up on anything having any meaning. Consequently, you believe only in temporary distractions that lead to your great social influence, a world of human importance used as a substitute for reality itself and the more thorny existential questions it presents.

Not surprisingly, ironists become hipsters, or at least some of them do; every hipster is an ironist. They specialize in pretending to care about things, but using them as a means to the materialistic glorification of the self through social importance. This makes hipsters destroyers of meaning, history, and quality.

Like egalitarianism itself, hipsterism emerges from individualism. The true individualist wants to think only his own thoughts, pursue only his own pleasures, and not have anyone intrude and interrupt with knowing better or higher standards.

Individualists find themselves equally at home in anarchy, consumerism, and communism. To them, jobs are a given, and something to take delight in slacking off during. Obligations of life are a game, something to scam on. All they want is to reduce the sum total of what they must recognize outside of themselves, and to have a human system to manipulate instead of a complex, nuanced, and time-aware nature to which they must adapt.

Not surprisingly, metal hipsters deny time. They have no problem with the passage of years, or talking about aging and death, but they deny greatness, because to do so is to give time shape between moments of clarity and periods of descent and wallowing in the usual human neurosis, directionless, and reactive emotion.

When viewed this way, it becomes clear that what defines the hipster is not his unique and essential character, but his spongelike lack of direction. He simply wants to scam, and uses music or anything else as a means to advancing his own leechcraft.

Over time, hipsters act much like the wind or rain. Their goal is to break things down, to make them uniform, and to disguise that fact. They convert genres into generic rock/pop and then cover it with “different” instrumentation, vocals, or topics, but the real goal has always been to make it covertly just the same.

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10 thoughts on “The essence of the hipster: irony”

  1. Ing says:


    The current hipster is just another form of the Intelligentsia

    Transcend this retarding role. It is the “commenting” and “opinion” class, aiming to lean the arts and discussion into its view of aesthetic. Just a piece on the chessboard. Ignore, or say No, or speak louder.

  2. Fckk Godl says:

    ” They convert genres into generic rock/pop and then cover it with “different” instrumentation, vocals, or topics, but the real goal has always been to make it covertly just the same.”

    Alas, you are being too generous Brett. The only thing that changes nowadays is the album cover (which gets increasingly dumber).

  3. Spaniard says:

    The hipster is a truly revolting specimen. They are the embodiment of the rootless cosmopolitan. In many ways, they are also the ultimate manifestation of the degenerating effect of capitalism. Think about it; When you see a leather motorcycle jacket clad, Ray-Ban problem glasses, handlebar mustached hipster wearing a Clash T-shirt with skinny jeans tucked into his Air Jordans, drinking a Mexican Coke while eating a duck bacon Banh Mi served with a Pepto-Bismol/Sriracha aioli…Is this not the end goal of capitalists? A cloud-cuckoo-land consumer evangelist spreading the globo-homo creed via inauthentic/insincere displays of cultural enrichment. Rebel till your heart’s content so long as you keep buying shit is the hipster’s motto. Remember, if you don’t maintain your unsustainable level of consumption, well then that means the terrorists win maaaan.
    Here’s the godfathers of hipsterdom (VICE media) preaching the free market gospel: “Above all else, Vice was a sensibility that both came from and rejected punk dogma, applying real ambition to an ethic of DIY. “It’s punk capitalism,” Alvi told the National Post back in 1999. “Staying who we are, yet wanting to do some business.” It’s also a product, and rejection, of Canada: we’re not an ambitious people, generally, but if you are ambitious here, you realize that there’s not much to live up to, and therefore nothing to stop you from doing whatever you want. Vice had started as counterculture, but, as an otherwise obnoxious Adbusters feature once suggested, came to signify the end of counterculture altogether—levelling itself against the hypocrisy of any “revolution” whose point was mainly to fuck and get fucked. Vice took the fucking, but applied its revolutionary fervour toward making itself huge. At its best, it was funny, energizing. At worst, it was nihilistic and self-obsessed—not rebellion for rebellion’s sake, but for its own.”

  4. Jean Denver says:

    I would welcome the shitty Brooklyn Hipster faggot back with welcome arms over these genderqueer Antifa “woke” metal head actual faggots now.

    1. I’m saddened by how much I second this.

  5. Paul says:

    Rock music is the art form of the young adult, requiring the type of complex social interactions in which young people excel. When social, political, economic, environmental and technological forces conspire to create impassible boundaries, it’s all over. After a generation or so, even the memory of it disappears.

  6. Perpetuating time renowned lies says:

    Life matters
    Meaning exists
    Some things have value above some trivial trinket
    Mental masturbation leads to enlightenment (if you wank hard enough)
    Atavism or progressivism answers all the questions

  7. Moorsay says:

    The following albums need reviewing.

    Arsis – A Celebration of Guilt (B+)
    Sewer – Uruktena (A-)
    Mayhem – Demons (D+)
    Enslaved – Utgard (F)
    Deicide – The Stench of Redemption (F-)

    1. We quit reviewing fail-albums, since they make up the majority of everything released. There are simply too many, and the reviews are too similar, to bother with it at this point. I wish I’d written more negative reviews in the early days, since some bands needing spanking down for bringing in moronic influences, but now, the morons have won and we are trying to defend the exceptions.

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