This track has haunted me far deeper than many of the better known, more dance friendly, counterparts.
I like a lot of the intellecto-blog post-modern analyses of detroit techno and album reviews as much as the next techno-dork, and this one is not at all offensive, but it's funny when someone has to resort to a dystopian soviet novel to make their point. Next thing you know, we'll get all college-campus on ourselves, and start talking about foucault and sartre and how Juan Atkins was secretly snorting crumpled shavings of unpublished Derrida manuscripts. Not to take away from the point of bringing attention to Techno City, and also because I am often guilty of faux-intellectual brain farts, but am I the only one spotting this type of techno-journalism, and getting mildly annoyed by the apparent monopoly on rave-journalism by NYU grads? On Mon, Feb 15, 2010 at 4:17 PM, Martin Dust <mar...@dustscience.com> wrote: > Nice piece from Jon: > http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2010/feb/15/cybotron-techno-city > > m >
