There is equality in pop music. It is all the same. It is artistic democracy and the philosophy of soul suicide sold in one brightly colored, hypnotic box. You really can't help but want it, a comforting kind of novacane for the confused adolescent. If there is another basilica ceiling to be painted or another metaphysical poem yet to be written by the hands of one of this generation, she will need to first battle a civilization's appetite for the depiction of destruction.
Nihilism offers no muse.
So art continues to befuddle our senses with empty spaces filled with violent splotches of paint, or depictions of mangled bodies. It was called the Empty Age of Art. The walls of the Sistine Chapel tell us there was light.