kid charlemagne
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Some might say that sunshine follows thunder
Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine
Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine
MAYBE I DONT WANNA FLY
DONT WANNA LIVE I DONT WANNA DIE
best rock and roll band of all time. dissensus canon.
I think there's some accuracy there. I remember the subtle transition to utter tedium between 96 and 97 at a semi-famous d&b club night in Leeds that I attended weekly. It was on my 19th birthday that I suddenly realised how fucking dire things had got. In an endless stream of tech-step and jump-up tunes that ended, finally, at about 3am, I picked out about 3 different ideas. Your average jungle tune from 1994 would have about 3 ideas every 10 seconds! I decamped to Northern Soul clubs promptly, and my life improved beyond measure. Apart from anything else, it was fun to dance to. I mean, this is supposed to be dance music, right?
Just take what you need, and be on your wayare you an obsessive male feminist or are you pretending to be thick?
These are the only two choices, pick one.
GoosebumpsSlide in baby, together we'll fly
I've tried praying but I don't know what you're saying to me
No, @craner is right. Its got to be fun to dance to, period. You’re confusing the minimum and maximum programs
No, @craner is right. Its got to be fun to dance to, period. You’re confusing the minimum and maximum programs
Jungle’s soundworld constitutes a sort of abstract social realism; when I listen to techstep, the beats sound like collapsing (new) buildings and the bass feels like the social fabric shredding. Jungle’s treacherous rhythms offer its audience an education in anxiety (and anxiety, according to Freud, is an essential defence mechanism, without which you’d be vulnerable to trauma). ‘It is defeat that you must learn to prepare for,’ runs the martial-arts-movie sample in Source Direct’s ‘The Cult’, a track that pioneered the post-techstep style I call ‘neurofunk’ (clinical and obsessively nuanced production, foreboding ambient drones, blips ’n’ blurts of electronic noise, and chugging, curiously inhibited two-step beats that don’t even sound like breakbeats any more). Neurofunk is the fun-free culmination of jungle’s strategy of ‘cultural resistance’: the eroticization of anxiety. Immerse yourself in the phobic, and you make dread your element.