Now I understand that there are those of you reading this who clicked the link and thought to yourself, "Hey this shit isn't half bad, I don't know what Brian is bitching about." and to you people I say, how in the fuck are you supposed to dance to that shit, techno music for me at least is about finding a beat everyone can dance to, isn't that the origin point of all the break, and krumping, and the robot dance,don't you want to actually dance? I watched dub fans trying to dance during Skrillex set, and you know how they did it, I am going to teach you dubstep dancing and trust me I am an expert as I watched a lot of it, put your feet shoulder width apart, play the track in the hyperlink, now violently rock forwards and backwards at the beat, congratulations you are dancing to dubstep feel retarded? Yeah I did too. Now I know not all dance styles require a techno beat but think of all the club music that is popular, think about Britney Spears or Wiz Khalifa, all there music really is, is a techno beat with lyrics over the bass track with a catchy break where the chorus fills in. Dubstep doesn't allow you to dance, trust me I have seen it, The beat is simply either too cluttered with other beats and effects or too fast to allow for any other real form of dancing, I tried for two hours as Skrillex played his set before finally giving up and doing the violent droning headbang with the rest of the crowd, and they ate that shit up screaming and cheering at points where I really couldn't hear any difference in what was going on. Walking away from the tent I caught bits and pieces of conversations talking about how amazing that was, and did you hear that beat, everyone was so pumped and energized for the next set while I merely walked away with a pounding headache and a genuine hatred for the music and everyone who listens to it.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sex, Drugs, and Dubstep?
For those of you unfamiliar with electronic music and the whole techno scene this is dubstep, essentially it's a bass track with crazy sound effects scratched over it in order to make music, well I guess it's music but really it just sounds like a whole bunch of noises over a bass track to me. Apparently dubstep is a hugely popular form of techno music, and for most of my weekend at Camp Bisco I was subjected to listening to it live from such artists as Borgor, Bassnecter, and Skrillex, although these are highly regarded dubstep artists I don't get the appeal to noises and ridiculous amounts of bass pumping with not much else. Now going into the weekend both my friend Peter and I could both state that we could stand dubstep enough that we could simply ignore the artists sets and perhaps even find more of an appreciation for their craft and style, boy were we wrong, not only did we see the sets as they were played, but we were then forced to listen to the pounding bass coming from every tent all around us as the sound systems coming from people's tents were just as powerful and reverberating as the stage set up (or so it seemed, of course I know it isn't possible but when your portable sound system is shaking the jeep fifty feet away from it you might want to think about easing up on the bass a little bit). Now as I said seeing the artists was is totally different from just hearing the music and I did find a small bit of appreciation for the DJ's skills at his turn table, however that being said it was still just garbage and crap to my ears to hear it being blasted all night long, while watching some kid with glowsticks on his fingertips try to orb all night. At some point one would think that enough is enough and we need to change the tune, well that's just the problem, there really aren't any different dubstep tunes, there are only different samples from other more talented artists that are thrown into the same beat, so you are literally listening to a different intro before being blasted with the bass cannon once again. By the end of the weekend the dub had become so unbearable that it wasn't even funny to joke about it on the ride home, it literally made me sad inside just thinking about cracking a joke and I could tell Peter felt the same as we rode home three hours in radio silence.
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