I can never quite resolve weather electronic music is an escape from industrialisation or a complete and unholy embrace of the machine state. A desperate last attempt to truly believe in the salvation of machines.
Often painted in vivid rebel colours the Rave found its home in the warehouse estates. Frolicking at the fringe of societies, exploiting the abandoned, derelict and void spaces of the mechanised revolution. The manufactured music, also a magically machined product. Ridged, repetitive almost conformist. Like a factory line the kids cue up to dance in the dark.
Are we really in control of the machine? Do we truly believe that our soul is locked somewhere in the pulsing? Or are we trapped in the flashing allure, raptured by the repetitive promise. You will be free!
