Pixies - Absolute Rubbish?

Few bands have had such obsessive worship spewed out upon them as the Pixies. It's even quite difficult to find good criticism of the Pixies when you want to. But look, I've scoured the internet and found some proper, scathing vilification of the "generic indie band", the "sick puppies that should have been smothered at birth".

One Steven Wells has the following things to say:
Which is more than can be said for the fucking Pixies. Reunion? Shit union! I sat and watched this retro-doc on cable TV and Bowie and Yorko and PJ Harvey and ex-NME hack (and me-lookalike) Keith Cameron were worming their collective tongues right up the Fat Frank’s incredibly sweaty arse-crack. 

And – as usual – I’m sat there thinking, did I get this wrong? Were The Pixies really great after all? But then they played some Pixies music. And I’m thinking – Hmm, yes, overblown, empty, generic indie-pomp. Grandiose in its pretensions but strangely lacking in melody. Or wit. Or balls. Or indeed anything that would suggest this is music made by musicians. Rather than faceless technicians paid to churn out non-copyright-infringing generic “alternative” rock music so that multinationals can use it to sell Rebelz’R’uz cred-shit to skateboarding morons. 

I dismissed The Pixies at the time as “punk rock for yuppies”. And than sat back amazed as hack after hack rushed to tongue the fat fuck’s sphincter. So it was good to have my first impression confirmed. No, this is not just a matter of “taste”. Here’s the proof. Hum me a fucking Pixies tune. Go on. You fucking can’t, can you? You cunt. And that’s because The Pixies – in common with all the other generic indie bands – like Girls vs. Boys, Ned’s Atomic Dustbin and Teenage Fan Club – were actually incapable of writing songs (per se). So instead they churned out entire albums of vaguely song-sounding cred-muzak. Aural wallpaper for arseholes. Music so white it was practically transparent. It’s easy, of course, listening to the stuff that Muse and Radiohead were later to come up with (some of it really quite good) to see what Fat Frank Wank was trying to do. But he never actually quite made it, did he? Come on, let’s face facts. Once and for all, let’s just admit to ourselves that – even by smackhead standards - The Pixies were absolute rubbish. 
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And then God gave us The Pixies. Middle class white types who dressed and talked like and sounded like, er, middle class white types. Blandness incarnate. Monoculture personified. Sterility and stagnation made flesh and blood (and one fuck of a lot of unsightly, yellowing fat). A sick puppy that should have been smothered at birth. But you loved it and cuddled it and stroked it and petted it and took it for walks. And it grew big and strong. And increasingly incontinent. It left huge pools of reeking yellow piss and enormous, elephant sized mega-turds all over the place, stinking the entire house up. And now the in-bred, utterly useless, flea-bitten old cur is back. Oh whoopy fuckin doo.

- Steven Wells - http://playlouder.com/feature/+swells-20/

Fair enough, but what about this:

"I hope not-the pixies are shit. they think they're so cool because they talk about a Salvador Dali mini film in debaser, but they're music isn't actually very good. They had a good chance of being a good band, they're friends with good bands and all, but no, they've blown their chances."

-b -http://shout.gnash.org/viewtopic.php?t=3103&sid=1

Fine, so it's very possible that the Pixies are shit. But what about their fans? Has the Pixies' shitness directly created a generation of violent yuppies, ignorant and intolerant of other bands? The following case would seem to imply that yes, yes it has.

I am a very angry Pantera Fan
Staurday night i was in the Zone in
Swansea and i was comfronted by a jock!
he started hurling abuse at me about
Pantera Being Shit and being a true
pantera fan I stuck up for my favorite
band. we got into this fully blown
argument for about 10 mins, then he
said, "Phil anselmo is shit and he's
got nothing on mark black"(I think
thats who he said) I said' "Who the
Fuck is mark balck", he said, " the
singer of the Pixies" so i said "The
fucking Pixies are shit " he started
sizing me up and pushing his face into
mine. All of a sudden, Bang, Smack. his
six foot four fucking mate punched me
in the face. ive got an eye the size of
a tennis ball and a bruse the same
colour as marilyn mansons new purple
frock!. at the end of the night the
Pixie Lover shouted to me "THATS WAHT
YOU GET FOR LISTENING TO PANTERA" there
was nothing we could do because there
was this guy and his 5 mates (Who are
all over six foot) and there were only
three of us. I was wondering if some of
you would like to come down to swansea
to sort out some Pixies - E Mail me if
you want to help!

- "One angry muthu fucku", http://books.dreambook.com/brand/pantera_ring.html