The desperate urge to take every single facile nugget of personal information and mount it, trophy-like on the internet is one of modern society’s more deeply stupid traits.
The worst part is that this online lifestyle-stamp-collecting behaviour is spreading virally into the real world, as anyone who has had to unwillingly devote half an hour of this precious, precious life viewing pictures from Facebook on a mobile phone, whilst sitting in a pub with the person who is in the same photos, will attest.
Perhaps this is the reason that so many artists abandon any attempts to connect with their audience on a personal scale, hiding behind the wall of anonymity that the internet can also offer, and letting their music do all the talking.
Perhaps I should stop complaining about artists who do this, too. Huddyrocker is yet another electronic artist – they’re always electronic artists – who has disappeared under the virtual blanket whilst his music plays.
Huddyrocker, besides owning a name that conjures up images of an Irish pub-rock band that specialises in Status Quo covers, occupies a strange position on the musical spectrum all of his own making; the result of stubbornly jabbed elbows and gritted teeth.
His songs flip-flop from ambient swashes of noise to thumping trance choons, via bizarro-rants and incongruous guitar noodling, resulting in songs like – ahem – €×Þιö∂∈ which are certainly bold, to say the least.
€×Þιö∂∈ happily shuns convention, and veers – frankly – from disaster to triumph within the space of time it takes for one curious loop of dirge-noise to mutate into happy-clapping disco house. Songs and artists like this should be celebrated, because in the new music world, consistency is the enemy.
In fact, only one thing is for sure: Huddyrocker hates both vowels and consonants equally. I mean, come on he has a song called ǝq pןnoɥs noʎ. I don’t even know how you type like that. It’s a topsy-turvy world.