I'd like to address the issue of 'psytrance'.
Potentially the most horrendous movement dance music has ever seen. Kick drums that sound like wet paper bags half heartedly attempting to punch their way out of slightly larger wet paper bags. Samples of mayan prophecies read out by M.C mystical voice. Stupid, stupid synthesised versions of someone putting finger in mouth and going 'pop'.
A roster of dj's with no concept of the appropriate time to peddle their wares; anyone who's ever attended an electronic music festival will be familiar with the inhumanity of waking up to 'that' baseline. Dugga dugga dugga dugga dug dugga.
The same 6 or so tie dyed individuals, stumbling around an empty marquee, utterly convinced of some mystical connection between them and Mother Earth. No, you're on drugs. You should have gone to bed hours ago. Mother earth disowns you completely.
For anyone unfamiliar with the noise I speak of, an example exists here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvCEgNgphyQ
One listen instantly familiarises you with the entire output of the whole genre. It all sounds like that. There's an entire tribe of the human race who descend upon innocent fields to dance to the above song on repeat for up to four days straight.
As part of ongoing retaliatory efforts I've printed the t-shirt shown at the top of this post. It's available in the shop alongside a few others I've only just got round to getting online. Your money is going to a good cause.
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