“Jocks are bastards” was more or less the substance of the J.D. Salinger quote from The Catcher in the Rye that prefaced the Sibling
threesome’s spring manifesto. But the show that followed was more
pitcher than catcher, more wry than rye. If it was an ode to college
football—complete with a handful of cheerleaders poured or laced into
second-skin sportswear—you have to imagine a college where Russ Meyer
was dean. And quite why three iconoclastic Brits with a past eye to
punkish fun-poking should latch onto this particular subject was only
partially clarified by the manifesto’s blithe reference to “the
desecration of male subcultures.”
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