Maybe I Should Have Brought The “X,” or Why I Hate Dance Music
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Bad European Ideas |
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1. Soccer 2. France 3. Dance Music 4. Gerard Depardieu |
10 remixes later and I’m reminded of one of the undeniable truths of life: Dance music sucks.
You have to be coked up and on the verge of getting a slice to endure this twaddle, and I don’t do drugs. I’ve listened to 10 remixes and I can’t tell one from the next. Hell, I can barely recognize the original song in some of these. This is about what I expected, but it only cost me an extra couple bones to get the bonus disc. It was possible that at least one of these would have been good, or even interesting. It turns out I was wrong. I’ve wasted more money on worse things.
It’s lazy to say all remixes sound alike and it’s technically not true, but an hour of this and your head throbs and wants to surrender. Maybe I just haven’t turned it up loud enough. Repetitive “thuds” at excruciating volume would ensure my submission, right? Probably not. You can subdivide this shit into drum-n-bass, DJ, techno, hip hop, trip hop, club, and whatever the hell else you want to call it but it’s still the same pimply geek with ProTools and a Mac.
Filed under: Tags: Musical Musings and Random Ramblings
you can send the remixes to me. i bet i like ‘em, and i’m never coked up.