No mention of me in the acknowledgements. This isn't even making the Ulysses pile.
it all sounds cool but I don't have the bandwidth to get into all this stuff, neither time wise nor mentally. the brain is a repository for musical understanding and appreciation, but mine is nearly full up to the brim at this point and the space needed to delve into the neon screams world doesn't exist, or would require displacing some knowledge that I don't want to discard. and I wouldn't want to do a cursory toe dip and not give it a fair shake.
I acknowledge it's an actual thing, but it's not my thing.
Dance music’s done; it’s dead and desecrated with no hope of resurrection
That was in the 'youtube forcing japanese music down your throat' thread.I remember somebody (@version maybe, but others too quite possibly) writing rather well about the youtube comments on vaporwave videos -how people revelled in the idea of driving through empty cities, further separated even from that emptiness by their hermetically sealed, futuristic, neon supercars. Maybe the future will be even more like that.
The bankside poets get a mentionAre you acknowledged in Ulysses?
I was surprised how much I enjoyed the group listening theads during full lockdownFor me the issue is things like this
I don't disagree with the claim. I mean, in a sense, it's kinda weird to say that "x" is dead when there are millions of people loving it and going out and experiencing it roughly as it was meant to be done, every weekend, all round the world. But when we say a culture or a cultural movement is dead we do mean something different from that - we are talking about relevance and... well, whatever, even if we (or at least I) can't articulate it we probably do all have a similar understanding of what is meant by such a claim. So, even if it sounds paradoxical to say something is dead when it's really popular, I don't think it necessarily is.
But the issue that I'm going to moan about now is a personal one. Simplistically, let's say rock concerts were replaced by clubs and then - for most of the last thirty something years or so - one type of club tended to be replaced by a new type of club with another type of music. But as stated above, now we're talking about a bigger change, a paradigm change where instead of just having a new type of music to dance to, it's moving totally out of the club. So yeah, it's a real change, a much bigger deal than just "another type of dancing music" - and when talking about change and New stuff, it's obviously more interesting and exciting if the change is a big fat real one like that....
But the personal thing for me... I love clubbing and dancing and getting fucked up with loads of people for days on end.... and of course this doesn't replace that, it's not a new way of doing that, it's something totally other. So the problem for me is that leaves a big hole where there used to be a communal coming together to enjoy music, and that's very sad - and the other side of that coin, really just the same issue looked at from the other side... but as some guy living in Portugal, what am i supposed to do with this music? I can listen to it (or not) and really that's it... so for me the death of dance music as laid out above represents a narrowing of my possible engagements with music.
In fact, reading that back, I'm not talking about or criticising the music in Neon Screams at all, I'm just lamenting the passing of a particular thing, or a particular way of experiencing music... hopefully still just about relevant to the thread cos I am responding to part of the preamble above. I wonder if that means that there is a space left for a new communal way of enjoying music... or do the young just not like that any more?
I know a need a late pass, but I've been really coming round to Pop Smoke recently. I had a proper listen to that woo 2 mixtape after reading this, so good.What is This Music? “Drill Isn’t a Genre, It’s an Aesthetic Stance.”
Shimmering amid swelling, celestial strings, an angel sings. Its voice quivers, shivers and then pirouettes before retreating back into a thick mist of reverb. As the track progresses it becomes ha…lithub.com
Shimmering amid swelling, celestial strings, an angel sings. Its voice quivers, shivers and then pirouettes before retreating back into a thick mist of reverb. As the track progresses it becomes hard to discern what exactly you’re hearing. Listening to the drums you might say it was UK drill—you can certainly hear some of the genre’s fidgety rhythmic intricacy in there—but it’s not that straightforward. There are these big, clunky claps that aren’t as nimble as the rhythms in UK drill; they’ve almost got a lumbering stadium rock quality to them. You also have those strings that are at once wistful and triumphant. They’re far too expansive—far too Hollywood-scope—for the sombre solipsism of modern British street music. Once you hear the vocals it’s clear this music definitely isn’t British.
They’re American and a little Quavo-esque with all that Auto-Tune and vocal reverb, except the rap’s fractured rhythms are delivered with the frightening, cut-and-paste aesthetic of a ransom letter, it’s just not Quavo’s style—the vocal psychedelia’s too grounded. So, what is the music then?