Perhaps the discrepancy between the exquisite
beats and excruciating lyrics of booty bass cannot be reconciled, simply
tolerated (or embraced). But things are moving on. It will be interesting
to see what UK-based producers - less hidebound by stereotypes of the
ghetto - do with the medium.
As well as being more interesting texturally, 2003's A Night at the Booty
Bar is less crude than 2001's Jefferson Avenue, featuring slightly more
input from women and lyrics that manage to be filthy, titillating and
explicit without being insulting - or if they are, at least they are equally
insulting to men and women.
We live in a hyped-up and hypersexualised world, where the similarity
between the words 'organic' and 'orgasmic' provides fodder for a thousand
advertising campaigns, where XXXTREME INSTERTIONS GAPING SLUTS are but
a few keystrokes away, and everyone's out for the bottom line, be that
booty or free drinks at the bar.
Perhaps ghetto-tech, with its lyrical Tourettes, its tales of lust and
disgust, its marriage of sex and technology, provides, just like electroclash,
an apt soundrack to our caffienated, hopped-up, overstimulated times.
Utimately each era gets the music it deserves. Right now, it seems we
deserve a bout of misanthropy, epitomised by lyrics that reduce humans
to composite parts - nipples, clits, 10-inch dicks, wallets and keys to
the whip. But what the hey. It's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to
info on djs and UK Bass / ghetto-tech club nights in London
DJ Cutlass Supreme presents UK BASS (Novamute)
A Night at the Booty Bar, Disco D (Tommy Boy)
Jefferson Avenue, DJ Assault (Inuit-Solar)
Maiko Kisaka is a Japanese illustrator who specialises in erotic,
provocative and funny drawings. Contact email@example.com
for more information.
Miss AMP is a London-based freelance writard.
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