squarepusher Squarepusher, you're not funny

hear hear! this lianne person seems to actually get it, although anyone who couldn't spot those lyrics to the lyrical song the real woman being proper pisstake is indeed quite dense and delusional.

at one point i sat there with a cornerbag and a few pints and wrote up a couple'a pages trying to delve into the theory of an LP like this, kind of something like a music has rotted me arse 2.0--- and in that respect i do believe it to be superior to the original-concept LP in every regard ,especially since there was a selection 17 LP to step down to this one, as opposed to the rather horrific dropoff from big loada to music has rotted me arse... but i gave up on writing this as about 93.2% of what i write is utterly pointless and meaningless and thusly in the spirit of eternal vexation i shall try to recreate my horribly correct opinion on the LP here, although i think a trip to the liquor store is in order first because i think i need to make sure i don't end up going to see the flashbulb and telefon tel aviv tonight, but fuck that i've got a record player for the first day in a little over five years and i'll do a better job with cheaper liquor.

this LP is prolly part of a vicious cycle with the mind of zeee artist, insomuchas there's always that nagging desire to go the way of the masses and try to appeal to their sensibilities with your wares... the so-called electronic music niche exists well enough to support a few people in terms of not having to work a 9-5, of course this doesn't include aphex twin who is piss poor in scotland envious of jetsetting millionaires like the aformentioned luminary who i shant not be a-seein' tonight, and well, there comes a point, i reckon, in the head of the mentally successful, where it is like do you want to be king of the niche or see if you can branch out into the realm of hipsters and their precious indierock and scragglybearded longhaired acoustic guitared fuckery that turns the heads of vapid women around the world?!

me? i'd go with king of the niche i mean look at how well a charlatan like venetian snares does with it, and whilst that might seem a bit offensive on the surface really i gained a whole lot of respect for what the man does after having seen him live once and seen the annals of the "breakcore scene" alive and well, alive and it was just whoa until some kid told me that aphex twin has been rendered meaningless by venetian snares to which i was like "nice car you've got there i reckon it does 0-60 proper but you're driving it on the richard james memorial highway, you fuckwit"

anyways, well, one can only hope that the overall effect of this LP is by and large similar to that of music has rotted me arse, which led to one more proper followup EP (budakhan mindphone) and a disjointedly weird c-cut effort (maximum priest) and then a weird showcase hybrid of all of the styles in a package not meant to offend anyone who doesnt like harsh noise (selection 16) and then an embittered return to what he does best (go plastic).

the problem is the hipsterfication of once-interesting people is rampant these days and we all wanna fuck emaciated looking bitches in thriftstore clothes and slipper shoe thingies and now i think there's more people who will bend over backwards to like this stuff for what it is because they want to come off as more artistically relevant than you by being more dynamic, cuz sure they were possibly really into the proper mental shit htat actually went places as it grabbed your hands for adventure with pitfalls and explosions and contortions and the hand of god in convenient dsp format wringing the neck of hte track, but it's a bit much to swallow really so now that there's this more ostensibly trying (tho maybe ironically NOT trying) effort to be status quo and there's more people willing to invest time into the pattern-evolve theory of one tom jenkinson because there isn't some bassline screaming at you juxtaposed with a high-tech cut-n-paste-drill-n-base beat grating through the speakers as the perpetual serenade with 1 trumps over 0 (if i were to teach a proper electronic music theory class, the aphex/sp section in the drill and bass era would talk about, percussion wise, getting as close to 1 as possible whislt maintaining a proper pattern, as 1 is just a sound repeating over and over until it becomes one tone)

this departure from the said ideals of yesteryear tries to capture the hipsterfication of the ex-electronic music-type as they get 'older' and "more mature" and start to realize taht the status quo is there for a reason and capitalize on the regression to the norm inherent in everyone everywhere everytime... look at the 60s, our parents and their lot running around trying to CHANGE THE WORLD, buck the establishment, and all of this shit... well there's a just for men hair colour touch up commercial i namerica that calls these fakers out as being old and needing more color and even beckoning their old motto "DON'T TRUST ANYONE OVER 90" and our parents did a bangup job, because once you're out on the fucking fringe it does get lonely, nothing's guaranteed, and most of your fringer company has some sort of fundamentally obvious psychological disorder (drug addiction, vanity, superego gone wild, etc) that makes them shallow and really the retreat to materialism is one that causes a hearty cackle from those who purvey things upon us, as they know eventually we just want a nice warm place for our stuff our life our legacy and our cock, and since society as a whole does a bang up job of materialzing women to the point of having no real discernable tastes beyond things that make them feel better about themselves through lowest-common-denominator shit, really, you have no chance.

even the mighty regress to the norm for awhile nad see what it's about... but in the end somewhere somehow i have faith that our boy tom is indeed properly fucking mental, and since i relate to his music well and i'm fucking brilliant on some odd distorted level, i know htat he is too and as such he can't sit still with anything and this phase will wear out as eventually his losing the interesting people like me and you, well not you but you know who you are, it'll piss him off proper and he'll want to show us that we're full of it and i relish that day, because until then i will enjoy playing old songs over and over and over again until i break them down to the 10-25 seconds that epitomize the formula and perfect the moment (life, let alone electronic music, after all, is a fleeting series of moments that assholes like me take pleasure in watching other people fail to grasp properly) and this moment too shall pass, much like nobody really thinks about music has rotted me arse, nobody will remember this LP someday because no matter how much you wanna tell yourself you like it, no matter how artistic it makes you feel to find the secret hidden genius in boring typical music that does feature melodies and guitar wankery endeared to us originally through vastly superior mediums in song, well, trust me... it's all a bunch of bullshit and the hipsters are basically a step of regression to the norm and they don't think it, which makes htem so awesome to routinely piss on through clear mental superority... i recommend finding one of their bars (look for the bikes parked outside, if not hanging from the roofs or on top of cabinets and shit) and menacing there, for it's a pastime of mine and it should be yours too!

  sinicalypse said:

anyone who couldn't spot those lyrics to the lyrical song the real woman being proper pisstake is indeed quite dense and delusional.

Why on earth does it have to be a 'pisstake'. Can't it just be some lighthearted nonsensical fun lyrics, to match the nature of the whole album ?

RDJ and Toms sense mischief have always set them aside from every other hack, who let the machines control their direction and arnt able to impart their personality onto tracks. Stylised sincerity can lick my balls.

  blicero said:

i don't think this is a pisstake.

 

and even if it is, what kind of asshole sells his fans a pisstake?

hmmm

Meh, I liked smojphace :ermm:

Lianne has made some mind-blowingly great threads.

But I hate how "knowingly" rubbish this one is. It's like he's saying, "I'm such a legend that I can put out utterly lazy wank, and it's ironic; it's valid, because I'm Lianne." I can just imagining him sitting there with his watmm friends, laughing about how rubbish this thread is. Har har. Am I the only one getting bored of WATMM 'superstars' putting out unfunny, completely unambitious made-pissed-in-1/2 an hour threads seemingly for a laugh? Just give up posting on WATMM if you're so cynical about it...