Why do I enjoy ugly music in clubs? Because clubs are ugly. If you've got the privilege of sight, you can map out a line, go to the toilet, smoke a few cigs, and be back on the dancefloor. Not when you're blind. smashing through about 50 people whilst embarrassedly saying sorry, I apologise, over and over again, I apologise, then sometimes having the bouncers tell you you shouldn't have come alone, as if they were vindicated not to let you in, as if you owe them something. then, thankfully, some punter who you don't know helps you. and you're eternally grateful because you can't snap out yer white cane in a place which is packed like sardines. a good thing you haven't wet yourself, yet. and then in the smoking area, a bouncer will push you down the stairs because you are lighting your cigarette and not moving.
How can you enjoy good things in such an environment? The bouncers weren't going to let you in anyway before pleading with them for 10 mins and some randomer who you only just met at another party, and/or in the queue has decided to tell the bouncers yer their mate. Thanks man, but you go enjoy yerself, don't worry about me, no, seriously. No obligation. Safe spaces? fuck off.
Then finally you're dancing to barbara tucker beautiful people, the pills are at work, yer peaking with the lads, life is good, you go to their afters, and you hear one of their uncles was in the blimmin national front. What are you supposed to do? Eh? better to have some dark as fuck lysergic techno to frighten the happy go lucky numpties and turn the club into a gargoil gothic zone and reflect how you are really feeling. shadowbox away all the diversity and inclusivity types who have never truly been friends with a visually impaired person in their life. stomp away all the fury, catharsis.