Mono bass is not a law of physics. It is a fix for a mechanical problem in a disc cutting lathe, and it outlived the machine for reasons nobody planned.
Marseille has no Paris style club economy and a thriving electronic underground anyway. The reason is structural: a converted tobacco factory, a rap festival that adopted the machines, and collectives that double as political spaces.
The remix is now so ordinary that it barely registers as an idea. Every release arrives with alternate versions attached, every streaming profile carries a shadow discography of other people’s edits, and nobody thinks of it as a format at all. But the remix was not designed. It was the accidental byproduct of two separate [&hellip
Most scenes fight over who started them. Bristol spent the 1990s fighting over what to call the thing at all. The genre the wider world settled on, trip-hop, was rejected by nearly everyone who supposedly invented it. Massive Attack disliked it. Tricky disliked it. Portishead distanced themselves so firmly that they preferred to talk ab
