Bartys heart wasn't really in this last night, he just felt obliged to stir something up cos I was complaining about being bored, which is sweet of him, but he's not really my careworker, he's my mate.
But let's say we were to articulate the implicit but unspoken structure of the argument.
The starting point is this previously expressed scorn for the Bladerunner crew, which I share, and encompasses metalheadz, hyperdub, all of post-dubstep etc. Fine, not everyone will agree that this is bad music, corny music, and at that point there is a potential impasse, and the danger of throwing youtubes at each other as though they contained inarguable and eternal truths. So let's not do that.
But let's at least agree that there is a danger there. I think this danger can be summed up by an extract from Neuromancer I quoted to Barty the other day
"The Zionite was smiling, his head bobbing to a rhythm Case couldn't hear. A pair of thin yellow leads ran from his ears to a side pocket in his sleeveless jacket.
'Dub, mon,' Maelcum said.
'You're fucking crazy" Case told him
'Hear okay, mon. Righteous dub.',
That is the genesis of kode 9.