Dom's Rambles

The best night out of my entire life, which I will go misty eyed to recall until the end of my days, wasn't a heavy metal one, it was a house do, namely the Boxing Day 1995 Love to be… bash at the Music Factory (as was) on London Road in Sheffield. At around four in the morning, I was in the middle of the packed dance floor, flying off my fucking tits, with that indescribable rush of orgasmic electricity surging through my veins and just coming up on my third E of the night (and in those days the drugs did work – you certainly didn’t need to neck half a dozen pills just to get a halfway decent buzz like you do today). I remember thinking that the euphoria couldn’t possibly get any more intense when one of the guys I’d gone out with leaned over and yelled in my ear,
“Do you realise, that apart from going to refill our water bottles, we’ve been on the dance floor for five fucking hours?”
I looked around at my 2,000 or so like minded peers and the tears of joy poured down my face. I thought to myself I never want to leave this dance floor, I want to stay here forever!
But in the cold light of day, and when the MDMA high had subsided, I always knew that the party was an ephemeral joy – parties, as The Artist Who Formerly Had A Tenuous Grip On Reality once remarked, aren’t meant to last.
It is an immutable law of nature that every form of popular music (and its associated youth culture), regardless of how revolutionary it may initially have seemed, will sooner or later become tired, formulaic and ultimately an embarrassing parody of itself. None more so than the aforementioned Nineties dance scene and in the case of the cheesy German techno ensemble Scooter (see the above video if you're not familiar with their oeuvre) you have to be listening very hard indeed to tell the difference between them and their piss take tribute act Moped.
When I first heard Moped on the Chris Moyles Show last Thursday morning I ended up having to pull over at the side of the road because I was laughing so much. Their reworking of Coldplay’s Clocks really is hilarious, ditto Livin' On a Prayer and Sweet Child O’ Mine.

posted by Dom  # 12:05 AM