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Originally Posted by pepper_green
I mean, you can tell me if I am crazy or not but nothing sounds outrageous and new anymore unless it's hip hop and even that's talking it's toll. it's all boring for 'commercials' music. bunch of junk!! crap boring junk. with boring slick art album covers that look good on pitchfork promotion sections.
and old users here worry about what new users think us. we're a bunch of boring cunts. that's what they think.
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As I will tell anyone who is bored with music: you should dig into the world of DJ Koze, aka Adolf Noise, aka Kosi Kos.
I understand what you're trying to say. I really do. As a music fan, the last few years have been increasingly less about "finding something new" and more about finding the most satisfying ear candy. Finding something new essentially means digging into the past to discover something you were previously unaware of, because just about everything that's being made these days is just a rehashing of some older style or sound.
Even in noise, it's become a same old same old kind of atmosphere. Oh look, another O'Rourke/Ambarchi collab. And another. And another. And some Tim Hecker maybe? Probably. Three more Acid Mother's Temple live albums? Ok.
But there's still some ripe fruit out there for the plucking. I think more of it happens in the world of electronic music than anywhere else, but 2016 has been sluggish even there. Same with hip-hop. Most of it really isn't new... it's just temporarily novel.
But there's some fucking good ass ear candy out there. Chance and Beyonce, PJ Harvey. Moderat. Torn Hawk. Kaytranada. None of it is particularly bursting with newness, but it sounds fresh, and that's pretty damn good.
Also, I think Kanye's still cranking out new and exciting music that makes my brain feel good in new and exciting ways. So does Autechre. Do you even listen to Autechre? They're like the Sonic Youth of electronic music. Sure they've been around forever, but so was SY. Autechre similarly continues to push boundaries — within the relative confines of their genre — year after year.
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