He played an absolutely unbelievably good set on Saturday. But I like to think that at some point he looked out over the small dancefloor, glimpsed a lanky dubstep trainspotter looking somewhat mangled and wearing his actual coat (as seen here), and that it put the fear of God into him.
Where shall I take my intense fandom next? I’m thinking of maybe doing a tapestry of his face and sending it to the Hyperdub office.
I’m enjoying this mix from Doc Scott at the moment. One of my little projects right now is to listen again to drum and bass. It’s been over a decade since I seriously bothered with it at all. Most of the so-called “dubstep-influenced” stuff I’ve heard recently has been HORRID, all midrange wobble/tantrum tedium and too much compression. I really don’t need that in my life. But this stuff is different: there’s real bass pressure, a sense of space, and lots of rhythmic inventiveness despite the age of the template. Check it out: http://soundcloud.com/docscott31/doc-scott-2009-part-12
I’ve got new neighbours. I had a “mutually assured cacophony” arrangement with the last lot - they tolerated my subwoofer, I tolerated their teenage son mutilating The Verve on his electric guitar in the adjoining room. But I’m worried the newbies won’t be so accommodating of bass pressure.
When I was at university, I loathed one of my housemates so much - a treacherous, Big Beat playing dwarf - that one afternoon I plugged my Korg MS-10 into my hi-fi amp, positioned the speakers to fire down against the floor (as his room was below mine), set the oscillator to “throb” and went out for the night. What a pathetic, ineffectual dork I was. As far as revenge strategies go, it’s on about the same level as my detailed circuit plans (aged 12) to build a pocket laser with which to scorch the flesh of the briefcase-snatching bullies who lay in wait for me on the long walk home to the vicarage. Why didn’t I punish my housemate with something aggressive and direct? Something with shit, or meat? (A friend tells a story about one houseshare which turned so toxic that a raw steak was nailed to a bedroom door, and not in a friendly way). Anyway…I’ve ordered a copy of Sonic Warfare. I’m worried it’s going to be all fucking academic and I’ll end up alienated and bewildered by it, that I’ll no longer feel a deep fanboy affinity with Kode9 even though I own his exact fucking coat. I’ll let you know.