Only hatred left for your beer tent.

Well done - after all the sound reached that state where it never wanted to go to. Party, party and party again.
Have "fun" with that, the beer tent is saying hello.All history is wiped out, so is any hint that at some time it was about more than just dull amusement. The fact that there was a connection of contents to the sound gets erased from the collective memory. One finally made it to transmute the whole thing into a music for barnhouse DJs. It´s about owning the "fat records" and to get the biggest mass of morons to dance. Who or what is behind the releases isn´t of any importance. At the same time live-acts are the new stand-up-comedians. It must be funny and the one with the best clowns costume is the winner. Here marches the party of Stefan Raab (german late night host). Going Comedycore.

Of course also in this case you have to take into account: the good old times never were really good. Also back in the days the sound was no refuge where the laws of the market didn´t exist. Stagnacy is no option and to reminisce nostalgia certainly isn´t as well. But compared to today three years ago there was at least a bigger variety of styles under the collective term of <breakcore>. Meanwhile this term indicates a clearly defined sound. And the majority of the participants determines what it means: that is to say rave clownery of the a-class schnooks. Insofar the <B> word is nothing that one would speak out on ones own free will nor to mention getting associated with it.

To make clear what this is all about: I also was standing on a stage wearing skiing glasses. The point is not that one shouldn´t do any silliness in general or that the anti-fun- police wants to ban everything. The problem is that a quite disgusting conception of fun became a massphenomena which displaces all other contents, emotions and ideas.

Everything that doesn´t fit into the concept of the plain discosound get´s eradicated; on records and at parties. Acts that don´t integrate into the usual patten, play maximal as background music at the beginning of an event. One is worried those acts could disturb the course of the party.
Any dissident sense, which once was applied in that sound gets eliminated. Instead to break open the structures using noise and collage techniques, one uses those elements as advertisements on the fair of fraud:"c´mon in, ya never heard such nooooooise before!"
Of course this is monkey business because the sound is a tired echo of its former self.
The former tools of subversion are used to tune up cheap plastic music: pimp my kindergarden techno. Nobody has to think and to strain his braindevice with complex thoughts about bulky art, here we rave eventually and fun has to hurt.

It´s not about personal expression, the creation of something new or any other humanist shit.
One is fully aware of ones role as a manufacturer of the commodity culture, which has to find a customer. The criteria of utilization exist as a natural law, what shall be sold has to be filed under an imagined customers-wish. So one creates a pattern which has to work on the dancefloor as well as in sales figures and produces this in a endless loop over and over again.
It´s even better to glue on top of this 100% sterile thing a pseudo-rebellious image - which goes well with the kids, the rock circus deceives this for decades. Welcome to the production of mass fraud.

And this is getting expressed also on the standard of the sound: the single reference to already known ensures trouble-free utilization. Quote joins together with the next quote senselessly.
In a dull way one samples through pop history, without reflecting what one is using actually.
Similar to Stefan Raab, who presents in his TV-show situations torn out of their context and people have to laugh like on command, the consumer must receipe the tracks. The reactions are already inside the product.
But new tracks are getting quickly uninteresting so there have to be pristine sources for sampling made accessible and exploited to drown out the agonised boredom. The first one is attracted by the glory as a discoverer, the last ones have to fight with the rest of the pack over the remains of the carcass. But then move on quick, you gotta hang in there because everything wants to be new, newer, newest even when old vomit is declared differently. This thing stinks, but where beer-happiness and Euro bank notes haunt in the heads, one sees over it.

"Fun is a medicinal bath. The pleasure industry never fails to prescribe it. It makes laughter the instrument of the fraud practised on happiness."
Theodor W. Adorno / Max Horkheimer - The Culture Industry

Because the sound gets more established, 1000 blow-flies show up which want to get into the act at this "new, great and nonfamous" music. And those, who waited for it, see their years of hard work finally paid and a career as superstars dawning. I have to disappoint you but in case you didn´t realise yet: you can´t get rich with stolen music only. And most of you nerds are to unappetizing and/or old to become celebrities for teenagers. In a different context this didn´t work neither for DJ Paul nor Marc Acardipane. But it might be desirable for some to do small time as an ex-comedystar in the beer tents of this planet.

But this simple banality is ignored when "glory, bitches and money" twinkle as a gemmy facade at the horizon. For that, one denies the rest of one's non-existing personality and kisses the ass of everybody who might be useful for the way up. Don´t say anything wrong or have an own opinion – one could miss a potential chance and mess up the own future! One behaves in anticipatory obedience exactly like postfordist capitalism expects the individual to behave: become the agent of your own manpower, sell yourself at the best possible rate. Social contacts are essential for this, they form the net where career opportunities develop. The individuals apprehended this already and so work is done studiously, 24/7 and everywhere. Every new contact is a job opportunity, every party a pay increase, every new release a promotion. The self-production as dazzling artist-personality is the strategy to advertise producer and commodity which are one person. This is as dumb as conformist. The wrong being decomposes the consciousness.

Not later than 2 years from now on nobody wants to listen to your crap any more, your cheap funfair music. But you will surely find another sound which can be sold to the kids as "cool and in"; selling your extraneous shit as "the next big thing". Oh, Grime is now in? Starting up a new project because one fantasizes oneself as "professional producer" who can satisfy all needs of the customers with his long hot rod. Penis delusion and merciless overestimation of one's own capabilities – probably one need the character of a high-grade cocaine addicted elephant man to be like that.

So I still have hope that all the idiots change the field sometime because there is nothing to gain anymore, they lost interest or a new gold rush started somewhere else. Do me a favor and kick the bucket. I piss on your grave.

lfo demon, Berlin 17.8.2005

translation: Rokkon / lfo demon