Vice or as I like to call it “The Onion of Hipster news outlets” chimes in with some witty observations about dance music culture in England today.
At some point in 2007, a bunch of people realised that they hadn’t been laid for the entirety of the four years they’d been listening to dubstep, and fucked off to make something that sounded like the exact opposite of it.
It began life without a name, but pretty soon music hacks realised the jig was up for dubstep because no one wanted to feel like they were trapped in a submarine in the Thames having a panic attack any more, and so “post-dubstep” was born. A few years later, and here we are: with the first British club music built on a 4×4 kick to soundtrack a T4 ident since “Where’s Your Head At”.
Modern-day house is undoubtedly the movement of the moment, currently occupying a territory somewhere between the internet underground and the stereo of your mum’s favourite shop on the high street. Some of its facets have broken through into the mainstream, but the heart of it definitely remains in the “sub” part of culture. “Latch” may have made the top 20, Bashmore might be blowing up on your workplace radio, but if they did another Live Aid tomorrow, nobody from the scene’s ready to be up there singing “Let it Be” with Paul McCartney and Emile Sande quite yet.