I think a lot of ’90s youth angst was cosmetic. All those black-clad teens shuffling around small town malls in Tripp pants and band tees got rides there and back from loving parents. Their favorite bands’ arch-nemesis was plain old Middle America. That’s a boring villain. The punks fought political upheaval. Rappers fight for their lives. Disaffected teens fought stasis and conformity. Their sharpest weapon was shock. Transgressive art resonates as response to the very specific social sensibilities of the times in which it is created. That often dates it; it’s a laugh to peer back out of the daily absurdity of 2018 to a time when the country seemed united in terror at the sight and sounds of an artist like Marilyn Manson. He was always just a great glam guy in elaborate corpse paint. Like a lot of the figureheads of the ’90s alternative scene, he was just trying to create a space for kids who didn’t feel like they fit into the roles society afforded them. It’s ludicrous tha...