Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Heavy Metal Parking Lot in Brooklyn 2003 - Dallas-style

Let me start out by saying that I am in no way a person out to tell people their idea of "fun" is wrong. Whatever makes you happy is cool with me as long as it's not akin to Michael Vick's idea of fun. That being said, I am more than a bit apprehensive about the Dallas scensters' loving embrace of Brooklyn-esque dance rock of 2001-2004. Is this because I actually lived in New York City in 2003 and saw the climax and rapid denouement of this movement? Probably. Did I think the movement was particularly interesting to begin with? Most definitely not.

I am a fan of quite a few acts that would be lumped into whatever this current/not-so-current trend actually consists of. I think I may have given up on keeping a name tagged to it after electroclash though blog-house is by far the funniest of the names I have seen. My main problem with the music is that I can in no way differentiate a Britt Daniels remix of an LCD Soundstystem song from a mash up of a popular modern R&B hit and an old Rapture song. The beats are too similar and the kitch value only holds my attention for 30 minutes max.

BUT, the music is the least of my problems with this whole thing. Now most times, people would claim it's all about the music and frown upon someone talking more about the clothes, accessories, pouting and posturing than the tunes. In this case though, the clothes and accessories and bandanas and neon colored wayfarers are so integral to the whole thing. Everything about the look is meant to convey a "fuck it man, I comedy dress" sort of attitude. Dallas, you've gotten an American Apparel. Congrats. Why make every night out your own personal AA catalog photo shoot? If the movement is so much about fashion then surely it's a disservice to the movement to be dressed in 2003's cast-offs? Also, you mostly just look silly. Because you're trying to look like you don't give a fuck. You're trying to give the camera a dead stare. But you changed ten times before you went out. Those jeans would have cost you more than you make in a week if not for your employee discount. You're not taking the train home. You're taking 75 home (or you know, Munger maybe?) so at some point you are going to have to take off your sunglasses to be able to drive. Kind of ruins the whole thing.

What amuses me is that many of these people who love this stuff are probably pretty smart people. But guess what? About 18 years ago, there was another group of people who wore neon clothing and threw the horns and screamed "fuck yeah!" all the time. Those people were hair metal fans. Poison said "Don't need nothin' but a good time, how can I resist? Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time and it don't get better than this." That's pretty akin to the general attitude of the new crop of Brooklyn-looking scensters. But no one looks back at Heavy Metal Parking Lot and says "man, those kids really had something going." It's not revolutionary. I'm all for having fun and getting drunk but pictures of you and your friends holding your drinks in the air with your mouth open don't tell me anything other than there were beverages available for purchase and something caused you to open your mouth wide. These aren't going to be the shots they use in a "I Love the 'Aughts" kiddos. They're just another Heavy Metal Parking Lot.










I CAN'T WAIT FOR BASKETBALL SEASON TO START. FOR REAL.

10 comments:

aaron said...

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Wait, you forgot the mix of Sir Mixalot vs The Nume by a popular London disco. That rules.

I can't wait for the "soccer" season to start. CHAMPIONS! At lease one of us is...

mxx

amandacobra said...

michael,

you are my favorite DJ in the world because you played "be my wife" BUT you must be more careful when running to catch the "tube" from now on.

champions? arbitration is more like it.

Anonymous said...

I think I want this on my tombstone...

"fuck it man, I comedy dress(ed)"

smf

stonedranger said...

aside from the clothes (which I don't even really pay attention to), the contemporary dance music you are talking about has basically nothing to do with "dance rock" from the early part of the decade. The new stuff has much more to do with disco, daft punk and synth pop than PIL or Gang of Four, and honestly sounds nothing like the Brooklyn 2001 stuff. Very different influences and artistic aims there.

amandacobra said...

i think i was/am much more annoyed at is the emphasis that (to me) seems to be placed on the look than the actual music that makes up that movement. like i said, i actually like a good percentage of the music that's associated with that scene.

i guess i have a beef more with the general attitude of the music's followers (the "throw your hands in the air and waive 'em like you just don't care" kind of sentiment) than the music itself. that's what cheapens the music for me.

the brooklyn swipe is probably a mishmash of annoyance at rich kids paying good money to dress like homeless people and a catch all put-down for anything that gentrification and hipster culture has co-opted or killed.

ETorr said...

Ah... The Misshapes. Ah.... The Cobrasnake. When will Dallas get their own version of these New York/LA staples? When will Kidsmeal grow up? Will Leigh Lezark have Max Minghella's babies and thus spawn a new trend in vagabond hipster infant chic? (Do they even MAKE Ray-Bans that tiny?).

amandacobra said...

every single word you just mentioned is what annoys me. misshapes, cobrasnake, leigh lezark, max minghella. i'm thinking of opening a bar called maxfish don hills lit luna lounge of pianos on ludlow. first 100 people in the door on opening night will all be guaranteed a slot in the "do's" in next month's vice.


instead of getting an in-n-out burger franchise from LA and a newspaper worth the paper it's printed on from NY we instead get kids in ironic t-shirts staring into cameras blankly. it's just not fucking fair.

i just checked. they DO make baby ray ban wayfarers. fuck.

Andria said...

Thank you for the nice post.

Anonymous said...

What insight. You must be as good of a culture critique as you are liar. It must be an amazing life you have there, all of that wisdom, yet no one important enough to tie your pathetic wagon to. Jesus, just give up and get a real job.