I think he's talking about the lamentable spectacle of ketamine consumption. It is quite bad, I have to be honest. I was once at a night and people kept asking me for ketamine because I'm brown and blind, whilst sloppily bumping into me. In really exhausted, downcast voices as well.
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I think he's talking about the lamentable spectacle of ketamine consumption. It is quite bad, I have to be honest. I was once at a night and people kept asking me for ketamine because I'm brown and blind, whilst sloppily bumping into me. In really exhausted, downcast voices as well.
william_kent
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last time I went to a squat rave it was exhausting stepping over the pools of sick produced by the ket casualties
william_kent
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K probably got a bad reputation in the USA because of Michael Alig and his drug fuelled murder spree
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Yeah, I was just reading about how it was a big thing with the "club kids", but it's weird given how I've been and lived in a number of different places in the states and how k just never came up around people I was with as something we could do even if they would be down with all sorts other drugs.
pattycakes_
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There's no guarantees of anything anymore. Not based on the old rules anyway. There've been so many cataclysmic eras and events over the last 2+ decades that should have and would have normally created something radical, but something has shifted. I honestly don't see it coming from the kids. They're too under the spell. They might have the appetite for it but I don't think they have the tools which is why we haven't heard anything truly revolutionary from them. I'm totally open to being wrong but have seen no evidence suggesting otherwise.
shakahislop
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we are in a cataclysmic rupture right now, at least if you take the 60s as a benchmark. cultural production has shifted dramatically but we are looking in the wrong place if we're expecting the shock to come from music. we've got entirely new forms now, the idea of music being culturally significant is a thing of the past and looks more and more like an artefact of a particular technological phase
germaphobian
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I don't agree. I don't think there has been any real cataclysms over the past 4 decades (in western world at least). the anxieties of new york socialites over AI don't count.
pattycakes_
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Climate collapse? Trump? Rise of the right? Russell Brand?
climate collapse is the only one worth a damn but even that hasn't fully filtered down to popular consciousness yet. Trump (as odious as he is, is the logical culmination of the American project) a red herring. basically mistaking the map for the territory.
pattycakes_
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Yes everyone being all too anaesthetized and pacified even with it all going wrong is probably the main thing keeping something cultural from happening. Would take things getting quite a bit worse prob
germaphobian
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with this i do agree. i'm very much an end of history enthusiast
oh no, no, no, you do not, signor.
I'm saying trump is a red herring because he is a prelude. The catastrophe is yet to come, and noone will be able to save themselves.
other_life
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yeah. except for me
"Oliver!" Luke cried with an almost manic excitement, his eyes wide with an intensity that bordered on religious fervor. "I've got the ultimate experience for you today! We're listening to the all-consuming Autechre. It's time."
Before Oliver could object, Luke shoved a pair of headphones onto his head and pressed play on his ancient cassette deck. The moment the first dissonant, glitch-ridden drone of Autechre hit Oliver's ears, his world began to warp. The sound was... wrong—not just unfamiliar, but malevolent. It twisted his perception of reality, contorted time, and seemed to make the very air around him pulse with strange energy. Oliver tried to pull the headphones off, but they seemed glued to his head.
"Come on, man, feel it!" Luke shouted over the cacophony. "This is the sound of everything!"
But before Oliver could protest, something even stranger occurred. A sound like gurgling pipes echoed from the bathroom, and a heavy rumble vibrated through the floorboards. Oliver, now struggling with the disorienting waves of Autechre, could barely comprehend the situation. Was this part of the experience? Was it supposed to feel like this?
Then, it happened. The toilet, which had previously been the most mundane fixture in his home, erupted with an ungodly roar. Out of it surged not water, not waste—but sound. A violent torrent of noise, a distorted whirlwind of Autechre's chaos, poured out of the bowl and into the room, like a liquid that could not be contained. It wasn't just an auditory experience anymore—it was a force, a physical thing.
The walls of Oliver's home shook. The diarrhoea-like liquid sound wasn’t confined to the toilet; it splashed against the walls, splattering across the room in a monstrous wave. The audio—the Autechre—flooded the space like a sentient entity, consuming everything in its path. It oozed under doors, into the kitchen, over furniture, drowning the air with its relentless, glitching dissonance. The foul stench wasn’t of waste—but of something far worse: the all-consuming nature of the music, twisting everything it touched into an unrecognizable mess of sound and distortion.
Oliver scrambled, trying to flee, but there was no escape. The Autechre was everywhere now—splashing over him like a flood, through the house, spilling down the stairs, out the front door. It followed him. No matter how fast he ran, it surged faster, an unstoppable wave of noise and filth.
Luke, however, was absolutely enthralled. "This is it!" he shouted, his eyes wide with ecstatic disbelief. "This is the sound of the universe consuming itself! It’s like a cosmic purge! You’re feeling the Autechre, Oliver! It’s alive!"
Oliver didn’t know whether to scream or laugh. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him, but he could feel the Autechre—its twisting, pulsating presence—taking over his mind, his very thoughts slipping away into the chaos.
The sound didn’t stop. It couldn’t stop. It poured out of the house, out into the streets, where it collided with everything in its path. Cars stalled, their engines shrieking with feedback as the Autechre filled their speakers. Street signs bent and distorted under the pressure, as the entire town was overwhelmed by the sound.
The sky began to warp. The very air trembled as the Autechre stormed upward, a swirling vortex of dissonance that reached into the heavens. Oliver stood frozen as he watched the town, his home, and even the roads themselves begin to dissolve into a swirling mess of sound and chaos. No one could escape it—not the police, not the people fleeing in panic. The Autechre consumed them all.
And then, like some twisted cosmic force, the Autechre—still a liquid mass of shifting noise—rose into the air, soaring through the atmosphere, breaking through the stratosphere, climbing toward space. Oliver could do nothing but watch, his mind now entirely lost to the sound. The International Space Station, that symbol of human achievement, became just another vessel for the Autechre, as it was sucked into the tidal wave of distortion.
The music—no longer confined to the human realm—began to merge with the ISS. The station's technology warped and contorted, as if it too had been assimilated by the all-consuming force. The sound expanded, growing beyond the stars, beyond the very fabric of the universe itself, as the Autechre spread outward, a sentient black hole of glitching, rhythmic chaos.
It devoured stars. It devoured planets. It devoured everything. Time, space, and form were no longer coherent concepts. The Autechre was everywhere, in everything, expanding infinitely. The universe had become its medium, its canvas.
And then, in that endless, consuming sound, Oliver felt his mind dissolve completely. He couldn’t think. There was no room left for thought—only the infinite, relentless Autechre.
The King of Pussy Gettin
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k and c are the main club substances where i live, resulting in an atmosphere so horrendous, i rarely go to rave adjacent events at all anymore. also, the music fucking sucks.
I'm thinking back now to the last events I attended before moving out of the northwest, but keep in mind I would generally be going to these places alone or with someone that was part of it in some way (like at least one of the performers - generally the only reason I would go since it otherwise feels kind of weird to be virtually the only person around my age there) so it's not like I was rolling deep with a bunch of people I knew that were part of the scene, or that I really knew much of anything of the current state of party drugs in the northwest:
I didn't notice much of anything in the club (or quasi-club) type of spaces that seemed like what people are describing as people on ketamine since almost everyone would either be dancing or standing pretty close to the dancefloor, but there was one event at The Black Lodge that was REALLY packed and had a few groups of people almost setting up their own "spaces" around the perimeter of the club so who knows...
There was one spot that I wouldn't definitely call a club, more like a way too overly packed house party, and so there probably more people milling around outside than inside, but it seems to me that basically everyone was socializing in a normal manner.
OTOH, the "renegades" or "free parties" are the places where I'm starting to question where my general obliviousness to everything made me miss some otherwise big clues if I had known what to look for like where people in what you might call little "camps" - like sometimes with sleeping gear, but the general vibe at these parties still didn't seem that bad so I dunno.
I didn't notice much of anything in the club (or quasi-club) type of spaces that seemed like what people are describing as people on ketamine since almost everyone would either be dancing or standing pretty close to the dancefloor, but there was one event at The Black Lodge that was REALLY packed and had a few groups of people almost setting up their own "spaces" around the perimeter of the club so who knows...
There was one spot that I wouldn't definitely call a club, more like a way too overly packed house party, and so there probably more people milling around outside than inside, but it seems to me that basically everyone was socializing in a normal manner.
OTOH, the "renegades" or "free parties" are the places where I'm starting to question where my general obliviousness to everything made me miss some otherwise big clues if I had known what to look for like where people in what you might call little "camps" - like sometimes with sleeping gear, but the general vibe at these parties still didn't seem that bad so I dunno.