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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
  Running my mouth again...
Vocalists generally piss me off, plain and simple. A vocal in a song can make it or break it instantly, and it usually ends up being the latter. The common problem is the vocalist sounds like crap, but also because the lyrics are far from sincere. This is prominent in all forms of music (especially rock today), but let's talk electronic music. House music is notorious for awful and cliche vocals which people often refer to as Vocal House, but I'm more honest about it and call it bitch house.

Your average deep vocal house cut is 7 minutes of a dry house beat with the same open hi hat, followed by some fuckin' ass kenny g-like guitar twangs and sappy casio keyboard presets. On top of it all is some guy (or girl) poorly singing about love with bad lyrics such as "Ohhh I need your love tonight! Baby let me funk you." I'll tell you what...I don't believe him. I think he's full of shit.

Considering said producer is male, I don't doubt for a minute that he's got sex on the mind...but I don't believe for a second that he really wants to sing about it. I think he's more interested in putting out a half-assed product instead. He should have sang about that instead. Furthermore, the crappy vocal is complimented with crappy Rhodes keys and a ton of reverb. I understand that by emitting smooth, sensual sounds, the producer is trying to imply that he is a smooth operator but really, he's full of shit. Sex is rough, dirty, and sticky. Green Velvet and Deeon sure as hell seem to know this. In the end, there isn't one ounce of sincerity in his project.

Now take a song like...Louderbach's Grace (Anxiety). The lyrics are psychotic and dark, and the rhythm and repetition compliment the actual chaos behind the lyrics. The singer's voice is dark and dirty, and processed to match the lyrics. Now the actual music is just as twisted as the lyrics and is quite fitting. Anybody who's, ahem, ever been on drugs to an extent like this could vouch that the whole package of this song is tightly knit. It sums up anxiety, paranoia, and "fun Sunday mornings" very nicely. Does this mean the song will stand the test of time and become a classic, or a favorite for that matter? That's really up for personal preference but for most people, probably not. At least there's some sincerity and actual thought to sit along side it in history.

-z.a.h.n.
  Tuesday, March 13, 2007

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