The real electronic sounds of Chicago, New Jersey and Detroit mean nothing to them and as such they have no reference points and are quite happy to dance along for hours to dull techy drivel.
Sound
Yet everywhere I look, in almost every club, it's fucking amateur hour, mixer driven into the red, turned up as loud as possible, monitors never turned down to actually check how the music is sounding out there on the mf dancefloor.
Written on Saturday, 03 December 2011 23:30
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I am somewhat lazy of nature. Tending to a coal oven doesn’t sound fun to me. And though the cold does keep me moving with music, my other life-skills seem to suffer at it’s hand.