The Indie Cred Test is the ultimate test of hipness. Sixteen chapters and countless sidebars cover musicians, authors, hipsters, hippies, miniature toy poodles, and everything in between. Part pop culture quiz, part satire, part handbook of all things cool, this fun and fascinating book is The Official Preppy Handbook meets The Hipster Handbook, plus massive amounts of (what else?) indie cred.
Readers can put their indie cred to the test by answering such questions and prompts as:
• Explain McSweeney’s.
• Is a bike your primary form of transportation?
• Is there any kind of T-shirt that can’t be worn ironically?
• Has Courtney Love ever taken a swing at you?
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What People are Saying About This
“[Owings is] the Renaissance Man lurking in the shadows of the underground rock Renaissance.”—LA Times
“Highly recommended as superior toilet reading for masochists who like music too much.”—mojo
“The book is super packed with yuks...the book is mostly very funny and worth buying.” —Vice.com
“You don’t get extra credit for owning more than one copy of Radiohead’s latest humcore opus. How do we know? By testing ourselves with this encyclopedic, tongue-in-Will-Oldham’s bearded-cheek series of indie rock quizzes.”—Entertainment Weekly
“Every time you flip through the book you’ll find some new piece of minutiae that will have you laughing out loud.”—The Agit Reader
“The truth is, there are not very many people writing this style of satirical culture book anymore.”—Slug Magazine
“Something laugh-out-loud funny pops up nearly every four or five sentences.”—Blurt Online
“The Indie Cred Test is the most dense expression of an unnecessarily self-obsessed culture you may ever see.”—The Daily Swarm
“Pointlessly insular and gut-bustingly hilarious.”—Spin
“Henry Owings has been fearlessly and amusingly taking the piss out of rock ’n’ roll for nearly 20 years.”—Pitchfork