Performance geared mainly to fulfill the standards and definitions of a tightly-defined genre... or geared mainly to counter the standards and definitions of a tightly-defined genre... these are things that can only be pulled off by the masters and, even then, the masters usually fail. Smacks of pretense, smacks of artifice, smacks of form without function. Seedless apples.
Art about the ideology of art, the politics of art, embracing the act of being pidgeon-holed by trends... bleh. Bleh and feh.
Have your influnces, have your formulae, have all the legwork you like but when all you're doing is trying to be the epitome of a completely artifical thing like "neo-post-nu-core-core"... or the dereliction of all the things that come with it... you're jerking off, you're talking to yourself.
The obsession with genre placement is a distraction from art, at best, and the injection of the worst kind of crippling introspection more commonly and worse.
Nobody wants to be put into a box by someone else but everyone wants to be put into boxes of their own devising, even though its at least as horrible and probably more.
Even if it isn't the conscious decision of the creators, the more you're part of a specifing scene, the more you're limited by the legalese and limitation of said scene.
When the cultural scene becomes more important than the art, when the art is created to live within that scene instead of to express and entertain, all is lost.
All is lost and you're a bunch of fuck*ng doucheknobs doing ironic lo-fi-tronic-buzz-a-ma-phone concept EPs about chairs.