[Tony] Parsons had established a “reality test” for music, Springsteen passing, the Clash not. But this only exacerbated rock’s wider authority crisis. Aggressively (unwinnably) jockeying to be more real than itself, with self-conscious pop playacting bracketed off as a sin against social realism, this cockpit for the young, the male, the anxiously energetic, was setting out on its long retreat down from glam towards premature dad-rock.