Suicide Sundaes – stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. Every Sunday electblake of Earmilk will bring you the weeks dirty servings, and some old favorites through a throwdown-throwback to simpler times. A time when bangers were big, remixes were bigger, the bassline bled, and we didn't care about anything as long as came in kicking and left screaming. To hell with sketchy Sunday, we want to shove another dragon down the hole.
Last week I did something different. I moved from the back alley mayhem of electro thrash into the main-room with club friendly electro house that many of you (well, some of you) – objected to. Others respected the 70 weeks of sundae and the ebbs and flows of personal taste as it interacts with a sliding scale of musical flavour.
But I digress – I did cause a ruskas. You (the reason I'm here in the first place) got angry, not with me but with the conservative world at large. I can relate to the obvious complaints with the stale nature of "progressive" and the low amps of the mainfloor "electro" house scene. You want more fight in your feature? you got it.
HAEZER, F.O.O.L, Proxy, Belzebass, Drivepilot, Justice, and… Pantera.
p.s.
Hall and Oats have more then the amperage required to get this humble curator crazy.
