There are things that I love and things that I hate about London. The people are well-dressed, yet everyone seems somewhat gloomy. The tube is a fantastic way to sprint across the sprawling metropolis, but it is expensive and often uncomfortably overcrowded. As for London's night life, there is a multitude of clubs, squat parties and warehouse raves to attend, but in my ten weeks here, the most trendy parties I've attended have been plagued by dubstep.
Although preference is by definition a matter of taste, I find it hard to believe that so much of London actually likes a style of music which puts you under an anti-social hypnosis, one in which your brain is occassionally violated by unpleasant sound effects.
For those of you who have not had the pleasure of listening to the moronic dance music genre, it is a faster version of Drum and Bass with overwhelming bass lines, drum patterns, clipped samples, and occasional vocals. Effectively, a big fat mess. And try dancing to it! Due to the constantly changing speeds and rhythms the smoothest move you can pull off is an occasional flail of your arms as the sound of pots being clanged together or a hyena cackle drops.
As a good friend and fellow loather of the dub noted, the most concerning part about the genre is to consider who is making it. What kind of sicko could think up dubstep's bizarre and unsettling patterns of chaos?
Lay of the K guys, seriously.
Watch 'Dubstep Chili Baby' here, a disturbing testament to the country's love of dubstep.