It reminds me of one of the best experiences I've had in a club. Walked miles to get to this bar in Nottingham where Tech Itch was playing. No mates with me. Got drunk, did a pill and then flailed my limbs in ecstatic rapture with my face in orgasmic lemon scrunch
I traded in a lot of my bad company / ram / no u turn/ tech step twelves in for drugs but sort of regretting it nowadays
fuck Bukem/ , dumb & bass rules
actually, he was a pretty shit rave dj:
L T G Bukem - 1990 Demo
not heard that raindance tape tho so can't judge. most dj demo tapes are fucking awful though.
pay no attention, sort of trolling here
but there's an early Bukem mix that's an absolute car crash /train wreck of a mix that I'm hoping to upload
On a scale of 1-10 how furiously would you say you’re usually jacking off while formulating posts like this? Not conducting a scientific study just asking in a between bros locker room talk kind of way.wow congratulations you've finally understood the pitfalls of 'club' and 'rave' and 'dance' music. Finally!
ok, dance music doesn't always have to be like that, but the tendancy towards generic standardisation is inevitable.
and yet, and yet, you'll still have people tenaciously cling to drugtrash as the alpha and omega of sonic liberation, ignoring that it is precisely the love and emotions that generated by E which must be transfered onto the dj.
The issue with @suspended is not that he perspicaciously notes this, but posts equally standardised suburban angsttrash. Where's the Albert Ayler? Alan Silva? John Coltrane? Zakir Hussain? Derek Bailey?