But I guess it would end in endless edit wars. It took over 10 years to get some genres fixed on Discogs, people are unfortunately very stubborn about these things. Even with the artists saying their music is style X the mods wouldn't budge.
But I guess it would end in endless edit wars. It took over 10 years to get some genres fixed on Discogs, people are unfortunately very stubborn about these things. Even with the artists saying their music is style X the mods wouldn't budge.
Also, genres are fake.
I will always defend that buttrock is a real subgenre of psytrance. I don't care if Ishkur meant it as a joke or that nobody in the scene recognizes it.
FWIW I also don't think artists themselves should be some kind of final arbiters on what genre their music is; "death of the author" and all that. Early italo disco musicians would probably not "correctly" categorize their music as something new and separate from the disco they were trying to emulate, for example.
Anyone should feel free to make "{HN handle's} Guide to Electronic Music"
Ishkur has never been anything but transparent that these are 120% his own opinions. (Mostly ranting about white Europeans ripping off funk rhythms :D)
I'm reminded of The Immortal Bard by Asimov. A professor of Physics gets drunk and is talking to an English teacher, telling him how he can bring people from the past to the present. At first it sounds like a drunken, but good story, but he explains that older scientists were unable to wrap their mind around the world as it is now, so he needed a more adaptable, universal, creative mind, and brings Shakespeare, who adjusts well.
Eventually he enrolled Shakespeare in a night school class on Shakespeare's plays—taught, as it happens, by the English teacher, who begins to become genuinely worried. He recalls a bald man with an unusual accent, and starts to doubt whether the story was all alcoholic fantasy. Timidly, he asks what happened, and the physicist explodes with anger. Shakespeare had been humiliated, he says, and had to be sent back to 1600: "You poor simpleton, you flunked him!"
People forget that Shakespeare was a Brummie.