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Ignorant Big Beat, chamber style. It's inexplicable why it's so rare to find things like this, more recent than at least a decade. At least.
The composition. A big word, in such an environment.
A) Those who know, in the records on sale, seem embarrassed to record ignorance. (Apnea) The beauty of the results can also be directly proportional to the rarity of embarrassing proposals (breathes), ok (I give you another comma), but the shortage remains. They could make a musical CD, and an ignorant one. They don't.
B) Those who don't know try - before being a maker, they are usufruous who notices the situation – backed by semi-major-underground who know the situation better than him. There is demand: send an offer. Thus sprout Boys Noize (only 2007), Digitalism and hopping company. Compositional results, but. Not negligible, as but.
C) Then there are the underground-masters, those who never-ever-will-I-make-a-cd-cd, and they blast on record 30-minute stretched pieces. Very happy for their being true, but someone explain to them that I don’t drink bitter water on Monday morning at seven. I don't drink it anymore. They also know, and behave the exact opposite of A. In live settings, you make a statue for them. But you don't buy their not-cd-cd, and you don't download it in your room. And the shortage remains.
The sound, this unknown.
A) Perfect sound for their proposals. Non-conforming proposals (see above).
B) The but. If you want to make ignorant chamber stuff, everything revolves around a bass drum. It's not hard to get there. It can go Unz, Sdunz, Tttundtz and various. Right sounds, perfect sounds, and sounds that spin now. Synthetic farts, they said in the past. Synthetic farts, they say still now. And the bass drum is not hard enough, or it's not bouncy enough, or it's not enough whatever of whatever, but it's not enough at all.
C) These are more ups. Someone explain to them that not everyone has a system like theirs, and above all we don't have their mixer. Surely at their home, it sounds divine, even at my place it doesn't sound bad, if I spend half an hour fiddling with knobs. But when you put this stuff on, you are always in that guy's car or at a distant cousin's house: phased-out equalization. Like shit. Annoyance. They probably laugh it off, they earn more from gigs. That's why Laughing Buddah, and not Serious Buddah.
And then there are the Justice. They make a cd that goes down very well, and exaggerate with a perfect live that hits six times as much. Did someone say Homework-Alive 1997? Yes, they said it themselves; sincerely. Sweet.
Ignorant, so ignorant that they even put on Master Of Puppets. And what the hell do you have to be ashamed of, we all know that bitter water is the resident of your fridge. You, softer than them.
Judging by the audience attendance, the screams, the faces of the people and especially the lake of sweat from which their knees emerge, I wasn't the only fool looking for a damn record with two-maximum-three effects and a mid-speed nice heavy beat, with that sound, nice and heavy.
What the hell will it take, no one knows, and the shortage has returned to knock on the door. Dù dè dì ei en sì ì, that's how you make it right.
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