Ordinarily, nostalgic revivals of the artistic modes from past decades are an embarrassing aggregation of the most cliched features your parents can remember. I'm talking about this guy:
This annoying bastard spent a lot of money on his zoot suit during the ghastly swing revival of the 1990s and wore it everywhere from Cherry Poppin' Daddies shows to Starbucks while trying not to seem self-conscious. And failing. JUMP, JIVE AND WAIL, you guys. He's an ugly caricature of an era that was way m
