As our fellow citizens of dystopia walk these cold 21st-century streets with tiny speakers plugged into their head-holes, we can only wonder: What are they listening to? Probably some podcast. Or maybe the situation is even worse. Maybe they’re trying to block out the sound of Imagine Dragons.
Has humanity ever listened to so much music against its volition? Imagine Dragons in the gym. Imagine Dragons at the mall. Imagine Dragons in three out of five movie trailers before the feature presentation, which also features a song by Imagine Dragons. Imagine Dragons at every public sporting event held inside every arena or arena-shaped thing. Imagine Dragons in television commercials for computers and video games and Jeep Cherokees. When the devil met Imagine Dragons at the crossroads back in 2012, he found a way to take all of our souls. He promised to play “Radioactive” in every Uber.
The only way to explain this music’s smothering omnipresence is that it performs a public function that we once expected rock ‘n’ roll to perform. It radiates an aura of loudness, and it feels vaguely aggrieved for its privileged place in the world.
But, as you may have heard, rock ‘n’ roll can never die — not as long as America’s power people remain convinced that we still need this stuff to fill our Transformers movies and our telecasts, like they did on Monday night when Imagine Dragons headlined the halftime show at the national college football championship in Santa Clara, Calif.