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EDM SMH! Deadmau5 Vents, Swedish House Mafia Quit
Signs of the EDMocalypse?
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Control Voltage's Friday Five: Anthems for the House Nation's Breakaway States
"Anthem" is a funny word. In dance music, there's hardly any higher praise; it signifies the elevation of a song to something nearing universality — a social fact. But in the more traditional sense of the word, anthems are awkward, embarrassing things; at worst, they're propaganda; more often, simply pompous.
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The Rave in Spain Falls Mainly on the Plain
In case you thought the whole EDM-as-pop-on-steroids thing was a uniquely North American phenomenon, think again: Dance music's mainstream U.S. breakout is also changing the shape of the scene in Europe — even in Spain, a country whose fans traditionally have shown a preference for harder, more uncompromising, and more underground sounds (and where, it must be said, dance music has been more or less mainstream, anyway).
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Control Voltage's Friday Five: New York's Golf Channel Rocks the Tee Box
Of all the lumpy cardboard mailers that the postman brings (with increasing, and distressing, infrequency, I might add), few get me quite as excited as those from New York's Golf Channel Recordings. Helmed by Phil South, a Brit long since established in Brooklyn, Golf Channel just keeps keepin' on as though nothing in the music business had changed in the past 10 (or even 20) years.
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DJ /Rupture Hacks Western Musical Institutions
Musical systems are so intuitive (just ask Bobby McFerrin) that we tend to think of them as natural — innate, hard-wired, as elemental as the tides and the stars. And, indeed, the science of music, in which any sound can be broken down to its composite waveforms, each humming at a given number of cycles per second, would seem to reinforce that gut feeling: Sound, after all, abides by the laws of physics.
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Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs and His Jurassic Pop
If there's a sillier name in dance music right now than "Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs," that'd be news to me. And that, says Orlando Higginbottom, the man behind the Mesozoic moniker — a name that sounds better suited to Saturday morning cartoons than deeply emotive vocal house and club-tinged pop — was part of the plan all along.
