some years ago I did a sort of sequel to the Feminine Pressure piece - called Masculine Pressure (although the real antonym would have been something like Masculine Armour versus Feminine Pressure)
http://energyflashbysimonreynolds.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuum-and-its-discontents-5-masculine.html
the gist of it was that there is an appeal to all these dominating, blaring, bombastic sounds and bad-boy gangsta soldier etc imagery to your pale cerebral young and not-so-young men - even though they've probably never handled a gun and possibly never been in a fight
and that appeal has been undeniable and recurrent part of the hardcore continuum lineage (along with its sources and tributaries like hip hop and dancehall)
i suppose it was a call to be un-embarrassed by this element, while also acknowledging that it is a tricky and problematic thing
for instance, grime - grime is great, but where do we locate the non-will, the surrender aspect in it? it seems to be almost entirely shot through with testosterone.
perhaps the surrender is there as a ghostly wistful quality in some of the sino-grime or certain things by the Ruff Sqwad have a melancholy languid quality
But anyway this long blog post starts with the irony of the debates at that time (this is about 2010) where you bloke after bloke complaining about the blokeiness of dubstep - the macho, steroid-driven bombast of brostep and wobble - about clubs full of guys with their shirts off * etc... and invoking the feminine as a sort of irrigating corrective, usually pointing to something wishy-washy like Joy Orbison and claiming this sound, this would bring the girls back into the clubs.
And it was always men making this quasi-feminist argument, i found dozens of example and i think just one voiced by a women (Ikonika, saying that a wobble-heavy set felt to her like a bukkake scene)