I find myself using the words "deep" and "clean" to describe anything bumpworthy nowadays that stands up to repeated listenings and makes me feel classy, sexy, a champagne bitch on koolaid money. For example, I am still not sick of "Rippin Kittin" by Miss Kittin cos it epitomises what I percieve as perfectly "clean" music. The beat is thick and slow but the crispness provided by the "submarine pings" and the tiny-ass keyboard line is exactly what gives it such self-confident, at-peace momentum. Anything else added would probably destroy it.
Specimen two is "Mind Of Your Own" by Terminalhead. I mean this is a total slut anthem and the bassline is frantic, but things are kept SO in line by the muted blip that fences everything in, and that's the beauty. Think of boobs bouncing out of control but staying in-bra so there's no chance of dealing with the Anticlimactic Nipple syndrome (peeler fans know where I'm coming from).
Basically, this type of music evokes in me a sense of heightened mental acuity and pinpoint stylishness not unlike post-shower freshness with no cologne. So the logical thing to me was to just assume that this meant I didn't like "dirty" music, but that's fucked up because I love dirty ass shit like old Frankie Bones sets and whatnot. I guess I love "dirty" but only when "dirty" means a type of knowing aggressiveness, like things are gonna get real noisy and sloppy but never, EVER, get too sketchy or corny, wink-wink or whatever. (I will need help separating good dirty from bad dirty obviously).
I think this preference of mine is part of the reason why I haven't totally gotten into electroclash and the new indie-dance thing: I mean I dig a few tracks but how could you play SOviet or "Sister Savior" in a CLUB where people can actually dance?!? Ya RITE! The shit's got no SPINE to it! It makes me feel like your rear teeth feel if you've been eating cup ramen or doing coke for 5 hours straight. A pretty foolproof earmark for having this natural musical instinct is you've hated trance from day one and never knew why. Prove me wrong.
― DarrensCoq, Monday, 20 October 2003 09:49 (twenty-one years ago)
Okay, check this: what I'm talking about is a "sturdy" sound, like german office and kitchen supplies, like the scissors with the little man logo. The metal has this trust-inspiring brushed ceramic aura about it, and of course while you could buy an american pair of shiny scissors to keep it real or recontextualize dollar stores or whatever, deep down you know you want to cut with this pleasurable, handsome, unfaltering cutting machine. That's what I mean.
― DarrensCoq, Monday, 20 October 2003 10:00 (twenty-one years ago)
Okay, this concept is pretty important to me so someone who knows this board better than I please tell me how to repackage this thread more attractively, like maybe talk about Dizzee Rascal or any one of the, say, three or four house niggas that Muchmusic's "Wedge" will play during a month? Oh I kid.
― DarrensCoq, Monday, 20 October 2003 21:52 (twenty-one years ago)
I know what you mean about a song maybe sounding good but not working in a club to dance to, but I do want to dance to "Sister Savior" so maybe I don't know. And I totally don't get the "clean/dirty" thing.
― Sean (Sean), Monday, 20 October 2003 23:12 (twenty-one years ago)
Sean, maybe Sister Savior was a harsh example cos at least it tries pretty hard, but Soviet is an example I stand by. I imagine people dancing to Soviet to be similar to how you dance to My Bloody Valentine. In fact I don't consider that dancing; rather a glorified head-bob with arbitrary contortions as you "unearth the groove beneath the ______", a process I have nothing against but have no patience for anymore. And I'm not expecting many people outside of bitter/cynical clubland casualties to get the clean/dirty thing so it's all good.
Holy crap derrick is that you? Yes I'm in Vancouver and I'm going to Broadcast on the 30th. E-mail me and let's go. Oh and I met someone who posts on ILM at the Seb Fontaine show last Fri. It isn't YOU, right?
― DarrensCoq, Tuesday, 21 October 2003 02:36 (twenty-one years ago)