:: Monday, March 21, 2005
FUCK THE PILL MUNCHERS.. FUCK 'EM UP REAL GOOD
so, I was watching "ONE PERFECT DAY" on cable tonight.. y'know.. that overhyped Australian movie released early last year that claimed to be about the Melbourne rave scene (but after watching it, seemed much more like some cautionary tale on drug use.. drugs are bad.. everyone dies.. drugs are bad mmmmkay??... seriously, if I see ANOTHER scene in a movie where somebody goes to a nightclub, overdoses.. and one of her fucked up friends dumps her near dead at the emergency ward.. I'm gonna fucken kill the director on grounds of CLICHE abuse)
yeah.. so I read a lot of crap reviews on this movie last year when it came out, but dont get me wrong.. it's actually really good.. sure, it's melodramatic as fuck.. and I wouldn't watch it before you go out clubbing (it'll give you one vicious come down even before you drop the drugs).. but, no it's a good movie.. forget the music.. it's a real deeply emotive tale of loss and redemption.. it'll move ya.. move ya where exactly.. but yeah.. um.. where wuz I?
wait.. this ain't wot this post is about..
(although, go see "HUMAN TRAFFIC".. now THAT is my kinda raver movie..)
yeah.. so I'm watching this film.. watching all these ultraviolet / neon / angel wing / fuzzy boot / pill munching raver chicks and them fuzzy haired glow stick waving dickheads.. all them wacky lights.. smoke machines.. hypnotic video displays.. tryhard DJ's.. the thumping bass.. the pillmunchers.. them crazy hippies.. the pillmunchers.. and I'm thinking.. WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE?
and I realise.. that.. althought I write somewhat vaguely IN this scene.. this electronica scene.. this doof doof take a 1/2.. save 1/2 for later.. reach for the lasers.. safe as fuck scene.. I sure as hell don't belong to it.. and lets face it.. from all the raves I've been too.. these 1/2 arsed / organisers don't give a fuck / lets fill the place with zombies and show 'em the pretty lights and the 5 hours of kickdrum monotony.. and I'm thinking.. FUCK THIS SHIT..
and then I realise.. that the stuff I write.. isn't FOR these people.. oh no.. I truly get the sense I wanna do these mindless fucks a real INJURY.. yeah.. I wanna melt their minds.. I wanna fuck 'em up.. I wanna give them HELL.. I want what I do to push them over the edge into electro shock therapy / padded walls / dribbling on the floor in a straightjacket delirium..
I realise.. I FUCKING HATE THESE PILLMUNCHERS..
yet.. I love the music..
I hate this pretensious bullshit scene that's grown around it all.. long for the days back when (apparently coz I never got to enjoy it) the rave scene wuz actually filled with free spirited crazy hippy types fucking about with the frontiers.. and now it's all just $9 bottles of water, tripping balls, and fuck the rest.. does anyone care about the fucking music? or they too blitzed to even care? "woooo.. the DJ's mooving hiiiis haaaaands.. woooooo.. heeeeeeeey.. I looooove yoooou guuuys.. doof dooof doooof dof doof doooof.. uaauuauauauuauauauuaa.."
fuck that shit..
yeah.. I realised I seem to derive an insanely sadistic pleasure in writing the kind've music.. that in some subtle termite burrowing thru wood kind've way.. will seriously fuck the heads of people on pillmuncher drugs.. I WANT THEM TO FEEL PAIN.. OH YES.. THOSE PILL MUNCHERS ARE IN FOR A WORLD OF HURT IF THEY ENCOUNTER THE LIKES OF ME.. not stoners mind you.. I dig those dudes.. but I'm sooo fucking sick of this ectasy / amphetamine / speed freak / crystal meth / blinder blinder blinder oons ooons ooons dooosh dooosh dooosh fucking robot mentality.. I fucking hate 'em.. the zombie FUCKS.. and their mindnumbing fucking uplifting MacTrance.. and their never relenting mindless NRG shite.. and their.. "oooh.. it's a fucking kickdrum.. ooo.." bullshit.. DIE DIE DIE!!!
yeah, so I might very well be overreacting here for literary effect.. coz, y'know.. makes for a more entertaining blog to have me spitting venom here.. but I've come to the concrete realisation.. pillmunchers can all fucken die from a bad hit for all I care.. those fucking zombies.. they ain't wot it is for me.. gimme the stoners.. gimme the beer drinkers.. giving the free love LSD types.. they're all cool.. but fuck the pillmunchers.. fuck 'em up.. and leave them for dead twitching at the entrance to the emergency ward like so many raver movie cliches..
maybe I should just build me own scene.. maybe my music can weed out the zombies.. maybe if the virus outbreaks.. and we're up to our necks in pillmuncher zombies.. looking for doof doof.. breaking thru windows.. smashing down barriers.. all droning "iiii looooove yooooou guuuuuys.. I reaaaaaaallly dooooooo".. then, instead of the shotgun or the chainsaw or the victor lawnmower.. you'll have my music..
hmmm.. yeah.. maybe I've just lost the fucken plot..
still.. it's a funny thought..
:: Spoz 4:20 AM |