was unfortunate enough to come across what can only be described as the worst band I've ever heard, or ever will hear. every aesthetic decision is the worst that could possibly be made at every stage, right down to song titles, album covers and clothes. almost fascinating
watch this instagram clip for the short version
The ultimate diss in the entire history of diss-ensus.Somehow I imagine that when Luka was a barista in Melbourne or wherever it was he constantly had this sort of music playing in the background
BY CHOICE
Oh that's a shame - I recognized the name too and had been hoping it was someone else who happened to have the same name.Anne Clarke who did post-punk dance classic Our Darkness? In fact I can recognize her voice oh dear.
No, just use regulation.is that what's required to be able to see things properly?
does having better taste somehow align with a darker character, a more cynical and beaten down outlook on life? maybe even some trauma? is that what's required to be able to see things properly?
That's the boring way of lookign at things though I suppose. More fun to just say, this is absolutely toe-curlingly awful and the people who like it are misguided at best.
yeah the cringe on that was really fun. when I saw it I immediately showed a friend I was with and I didn't have to say anything, we were just laughing already. social/tribal bonding, on the same wavelength.It's a social, tribal thing to some extent: I watched that video you posted of that swing band and I was cringing all over the place. Enjoying the cringe. And that feels like something instinctive that I would do in front of people I know to assure them I don't like this shit, which i still do alone because I've internalised it.
yeah because you're in a great mood. it's like being on a pill and dancing to whatever's there. but imagine the ecstasy if you heard actually great house while sitting by that pool in cyprusI had that theory once (based on how great quite bland deep house sounds to me when i'm sitting by a pool in cyprus) about your musical taste getting worse the nicer the weather gets. Hence Ibiza.
Rent. Fucking. Free.That said, if it keeps them sane and they enjoy it who cares, easy to avoid and I almost felt a bit sad for the audience trying to rock out to it, sort of gig Mr Tea could be seen at