as for the chipmunk thing the thing with 92 is you had the manic stabs, the dippy basslines, scratches sampled from old electro records and the like. this androgeny is a packaged one, one that is taken away from you and then sold back to you as we were sort of discussing yesterday with ecstasy. the difference being that 92 was a big accident. even the hardcore djs started to dislike it. that's precisely why it was good! a frankenstein's monster out of their control. there were no doyuns.
And yet if hc hadn't gone dark and later musical this would have been packaged as a ritual. as eventually happened with happy hardcore turning into pop at 170 bpm.
This is what i mean by transcending the rockist vs poptimist divide. bliss is about authenticity and the jazz/rock band combo as the ideal, even in genres like grime or with jungle staying faithful to its truist self.
Barty is popcult, the fetishisation of anything that can be used to fit a superficial internet construction, but really creating artificial identities existed prior to the internet, it was and still is called code switching. it's just now that its invading the spaces of more traditionally heteronormative people hence they are starting to notice it.
I'm saying let's zone in to the breaking points of both of these approaches. Barty doesn't like disintegrative chaos in the music he is repping here (with the exception of drill.) that's great but i spent most of my late teenage years acquainting myself with critical theory so it isn't even i like this/i don't like this. i hear something pop he posts, and I'm like uh... is that it?
Bliss is too enamoured with future shock. that's why, when this fetish expires and the music is revealed for ultimately what it always was (a safety valve) he becomes quite melancholic.
I don't have this problem because I don't foreground strictly gut reaction values but mathematics, sound, construction and pitch.
it's like when people used to tell me aaliyah could really sing and i was like you idiots, she's precisely good because she was the embodiment of plastic singing. a virtuoso aaliyah would be the most terrible thing. an aaliyah on a level with Aretha or Jocelyn Brown would just totally face plant.
this is the thing, to go posthuman you can't find emotion in the internet. you have to murder it.