"I always feel more comfortable in chaotic surroundings. I don't know why that is. I think order is dull. There is something about this kind of desire for order, particularly in Anglo Saxon cultures, that drive out this ability for the streets to become a really exotic, amorphous, chaotic, organic place where ideas can, basically, develop"
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McLaren is selling chaos as both an aesthetic and a politics, and he does it with the swagger of someone who built a career out of turning mess into myth. His “comfort” in disorder reads less like a confession than a provocation: if order feels “dull,” then boredom becomes the real enemy, and disruption becomes a kind of moral stance. That’s classic McLaren-the-impresario: take a personal preference, inflate it into a cultural critique, and dare you to disagree.
The barb lands when he name-checks “Anglo Saxon cultures,” not as anthropology but as an accusation. He’s poking at a British (and broadly Northern European) fixation on tidiness, rules, and public decorum, implying that this obsession doesn’t just organize life; it sterilizes it. “Drive out” is the key verb. Order isn’t neutral here; it’s a force of eviction, pushing out the “exotic” and the “organic” in favor of management. The street becomes a battleground between lived improvisation and bureaucratic control.
Context matters: punk wasn’t merely loud music; it was an argument about who gets to author culture. McLaren frames the street as an idea-lab, “amorphous” enough for new scenes to form before they’re policed, branded, or sanitized. There’s irony in that, too: he champions anti-order spontaneity while speaking like a strategist who knows exactly how useful chaos is when you’re trying to make something feel urgent, dangerous, and new.
The barb lands when he name-checks “Anglo Saxon cultures,” not as anthropology but as an accusation. He’s poking at a British (and broadly Northern European) fixation on tidiness, rules, and public decorum, implying that this obsession doesn’t just organize life; it sterilizes it. “Drive out” is the key verb. Order isn’t neutral here; it’s a force of eviction, pushing out the “exotic” and the “organic” in favor of management. The street becomes a battleground between lived improvisation and bureaucratic control.
Context matters: punk wasn’t merely loud music; it was an argument about who gets to author culture. McLaren frames the street as an idea-lab, “amorphous” enough for new scenes to form before they’re policed, branded, or sanitized. There’s irony in that, too: he champions anti-order spontaneity while speaking like a strategist who knows exactly how useful chaos is when you’re trying to make something feel urgent, dangerous, and new.
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