Timmmmbrrre!
Bring Me The Horizon put on an enjoyable show tonight.
This Sheffield, England deathcore band is evidence that I can appreciate music reconstructed multiple generations over. The audience is diluted, as are even the band members themselves (all 21 and under self-conscious self-deprecating pretty-boys; eg. “men’s music girl’s hair cuts” merchandise) — but the music isn’t. Some new elements complement the standards from several whitewashed varieties of metal and hardcore it’s framed upon. But overall the technical execution is inarguable.
The crowd at the show was completely benign… mostly young girls, naturally. When they relate it’s on a personal level and not some hubristic collective scale. Stylistically bastardized music is so ingrained in their lives that they probably don’t think twice about chronology of influence or future product. But I love them for that. I find unspeakable solace in this kind of destruction of value.
Bluegrass and hiphop are my two favorite genres because the context is left to the producer and the producer alone. The material is thus untouchable and any critiques are purely immanent.
Anything but self-effacement by the observer is dangerous. Crowd entanglement is a slippery slope that I’ve been caught up in many times and I have found that subculture formed around art is not viable.
When value is sought by the consumer it will all fall apart in time.
