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.
…trance’s apology.
freaky stuff:
http://www.brostepforum.com - pretty funny. to my mind at least, it’s the dubstepforum community’s ceremonial revocation of “dub” from that lot that’s actually the deepest, cruelest cut. not that the Brutal Electro patch crew give a flying one, i’m sure…
really enjoyed some of this, but it must be very serious business indeed when some of the main participants start deploying PDFs.
The London dubstep scene, for example, is accessible and welcoming to participants from a wide range of social backgrounds in a way that the “underground” jungle scene never was, but it is also characterised by a certain self-consciousness which is inevitably somewhat embarrassing to those who can remember what the jungle scene felt like “back in the day”. Dubstep is an internationally-successful genre whose devotees desperately want to belong to a “scene” and to listen to avant-garde music with its roots in reggae, jungle and grime. Jungle, on the other hand, was essentially a local music - a seemingly spontaneous bricolage of reggae, hip-hop, dancehall, house and techno which nonetheless sounded entirely new and entirely unique - made for local dance crowds. It took most intellectuals, critics, audiences and producers from outside of that milieu several years to stop dismissing it as meaningless proletarian noise and to realise its musical importance, despite the efforts of early advocates such as Reynolds himself.
i definitely felt some (slightly) embarrassed recognition on reading this! as awkward 16 year olds living in an inward-looking northern town, me and my friends’ only real connection to developments in jungle came through the voracious consumption of Dreamscape / Pleasuredome tape packs and occasional confused/skint forays into our local underground record shop. now i’m an older, better off, terminally nostalgic 30 year old dad living in london, i jumped on dubstep as soon as i heard it (2004?). i love, love the music, but i’ll admit openly that in terms of personal meaning to me, it also represents a longed-for “second chance” to be involved (still very peripherally in my case) in a junglesque music scene.
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one thing that dubstep has, which i loved about jungle, is a pretty fast pace of innovation. i remember it seemed that jungle pushed itself forward so quickly from one season to the next - there would be a vogue for Arsonist style bass sounds, then it all went sort of techno, etc - and i think dubstep’s "edges" (which aren’t even edges in my opinion) have an even faster pace and a wider range of mutations and inbound influences. i feel a lot of excitement from this, and the fact that i know it can’t last makes it even more exciting as i self-consciously savour the moment…
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this snippet from a Ramadanman interview gave me vertigo when i encountered it:
When did you first get into UK bass music?
I guess it was probably jungle. I never really got into it that much, but I bought an LTJ Bukem CD when I about 12. I guess that was about 2000
thank fuck for that. more soon?
…just like I was threatening to. It’s derivative as fuck and has an unforgivable sample in the middle and I’m rather pleased with it, it having been twelve years since I last attempted this kind of shenanigans. Here it is:
I had enormous fun doing it and learning / re-learning how it all works. Takes up a lot of time though - luckily me, the wife and the boy were all really ill with a bad cold over Easter so I had an entire bank holiday weekend stuck indoors to really get into it. I haven’t given myself a producer alias at this point since the whole business of doing so seems ridiculous and sordid, like choosing a porn name, so it’s just by “Jon Rowett”, in a Laurent Garnier / Dave Pearce / Timmy Mallett stylee. I need to blow my nose again now so see you later yeah.
