Addressing the ever-shrinking credibility of rock journalism since 2007. With a sasquatch.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Deep Cuts: Techno

Docile #20 2011Tired of glowing reviews of great underground rock music? Yeah, me too sorta. Let's get to the real ugly stuff like - Techno.

Techno music was, and more than likely still is, not a genre.

Techno is largely an excuse. A reason for disaffected middle-class kids to drop some heavy acid and examine his or her navel for 4-6 hours at a time. The music at these shows showcase piss poor loops and ear shattering monotony. Only a crowd on over-whelming amounts of heavy drugs, clawing negativity and habitual shallow droning could possibly be pretending to listen to this stuff.

This is a sad fact testified to by anything recorded by Detroit's Docile Records. During it's 17 year journey into a jangled clash of boops and beeps - somehow the music never got better. Yet, this music seems like clear proof that even monotonous elevator music, minus substance, direction or style, has an audience somewhere.

That "somewhere" (outside of a group shuffling zombies) is mainly on one German distribution site that rates each of Docile's 24 records of mismatched beats (and counting) with one star of five.

All twenty-four records are long-form tedious loops that lead nowhere except for maybe the bargain bin in American record stores that still carry any form of "techno" music.

Here's a positive review: "Connecting to the random to pull out patterns that can be honed down to construct a logical but abstract funk."

Really? How incoherent is that? How much acid did this reviewer ingest to believe that this gibberish makes sense?

Here's another positive review from 2008: "B1 rocks clip-clop percussion with some skronky bass squirts and a riff that sounds vaguely like something from an Atari 2600." That's positive? When is listening to an Atari booping at 50+ decibels enjoyable?

When exactly do you throw in the towel when your records fail to improve after about 20 years and your music universally rates somewhere between a two telephones ringing, filling your ears with pepper spray and hearing a broken doorbell buzzing?

Below, to illustrate this point, is a clip from the 20th record released in 2011.

A. Garcia - Track 01
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