I went to the darkest, most K-ed out metal-house-techno party in Hollywood last week called Lil Death and learned something new. It turns out I can’t actually stand that kind of music, except when I’m able to touch it rather than just hear it. And not just touch it, but have it touch me. Now that I know I love being molested 50 Shades of Grey style by hardcore techno, I think I really have a future with the genre.
Back of the room, hands/back/head/ass pressed against the wall, I let Busy P and Boston Bun touch me in ways I’d never imagined. Front of the room, sandwiched in the crowd with a bunch of fuckleheads in Daft Punk shirts yelling ‘BUSY P, WHAT THE FUCK?!’ I thought I was going to die. Try it sometime – perhaps you’ll find your techno desires to also be…unconventional.