Try as I might, I cannot seem to shake Terravita’s Up In The Club out of my head.
Terravita – Up In The Club (Clip)
It recently came on the radio as I was driving around with my aunt, and I don’t think she gets it. I’m not surprised that most people won’t appreciate it. Not because it’s a particularly-challenging piece of music, but because listening to it is like receiving a tongue-bath from an exuberantly-affectionate tiger. The main melody should be soundtracking an 8-bit dungeon of unconquerable magnitude.
While this adamant edge may serve a niche market in bass music, it is undeniably a highly-visible one. Aggression, or apparent aggression, tends to raise a few eyebrows. But I don’t see it as actively confrontational, like a strike fighter scouring an agrarian township for targets.
No.
I imagine it like a dragon lazing dreamily by a volcanic vent. Or a fuzzy, deadly-poisonous caterpillar. Passively dangerous. Although, if you consider yourself an agent of the imperial banality that Serj Tankian rightly described as “plastic existence”, then I concede that either one might seem just as threatening.
It’s for precisely this reason that I’m glad this razor-toothed motif isn’t a blanket for the entire genre. We’re all varied individuals, so I see no reason to terrify anyone into thinking otherwise.
Maybe this is why I have fallen in love with NumberNin6. To borrow an easily-accessible and cliché commonplace, his tracks paint with all the colours of the wind. Garbage is triumphantly abrasive, like covering the last, hard hundred miles with only second gear, while Absolve is like taking a satisfyingly-narcotic tube ride on a chocolate-strawberry milkshake in the heat of a still summer’s afternoon. It’s nearly impossible to pick a favourite, but seeing as I am forcing myself to do it, it’ll have to be Nebulous.
NumberNin6 – Nebulous
Like a smoke grenade spiked with salvia, it’s brutally transcendent. It’s like a deal with the devil. It sounds great and seems increasingly reasonable the more you listen to it, which only makes it more terrifying.
While that would be a deliciously-cryptic thought on which to end, I have begun to establish something of a pattern of posting three tracks. At the moment, I’m only at one and a third. Although I’m rounding it up to two. Because I make the rules here.
That being said, I’ve been wanting to mention The Others’ Off The Wall and Sluggo & Symbl’s Sharks Don’t Sleep, but had no idea how I would work them in with anything resembling artistry. Seeing as I’ve just surrendered my pursuit of that to the necessity of lunch and laundry, there’s definitely no time like the present to tackle this problem. Deciding between the two of them might have been difficult, but only one of them was on SoundCloud. And that seems like a legitimate tiebreaker to me.
HR Lincoln 
Tiger-licks & sleepy dragons. Yes.
But I can’t hear it because my internet is under the paw of a giant cranky russki-bear.
Anyway, I like the way you write about the musiques. You should be widely published. Have you ever thought of looking for online musique-publications where you might submit your song reviews? Because I like them, even though I can’t hear the songs.