The media shite

Does work shape character? At some point of time, I presume. And sometimes with funny results.
I was reading a fellow-journalist's (do I have the right to use that term anymore?) blog the other day. I realised, yet again, that the journalist is God. A megalomaniac God, more often.
Last week, I came across an interesting review of an indie band from the Capital. I say interesting, because the reviewer in question doesn't pussyfoot around with his choice of music (mostly Rolling Stones) and claims he's been a thoroughbred rocker all his life. Imagine my surprise, then, when he spoke well of a garage/alterna act.
However, he had much to say about the, I quote, 'cool pedal-playing', going on in the record, and wanted more searing guitar solos.
The point remains, while our respected critics croak sour on bands that DON'T play their own music, when some of them even DO that, their HAS to be comparisons with the Stones. Or the Joe Satrani band. Or Dream Theater. Why can't we accept the fact that we are Indian, and we play the guitars like we would, like what's intrinsic to our nature, and might NOT call for burnin' all the time? Isn't that a bias that we nurture as music journalists? On the flipside, isn't it a little unfair to expect the Jonas Hellborg Trio to play like Ravi Shankar's classical ensemble?
Incidentally, I'd like to know how much guitar has this hallowed name on the Delhi print circuit played in his entire life, as of today. I have not come across a record out in his name on the store shelves.
Putting forth opinions.
Things happen in this world despite the media's opinions and suggestions; things that are beautiful, horrific, immensely creative or ruinous?

Ps: I finished reading The Devil and Miss Prym. And now have issues with concepts of 'good' and 'bad'.