Breakcore is alive and well in Berlin, and it has now invaded your favorite Internet TV station.With all of the black hoodies, back patches and full-length sleeve tattoos in this evening's Boiler Room, I would have walked into that warehouse and been immediately escorted out for being a cop.
The only guy who wasn't wearing proper uniform was this guy, master of ceremonies for BR's Berlin events, who looked like he was on some kind of post-industrial streetwear safari.
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I swear if I hadn't seen CDJs sitting right in front of me I would have guessed that Seth Putnam had risen from his grave to play an Anal Cunt reunion show. I wouldn't have batted an eye if GG Allin had flown in from off camera to take a shit on the mixer.These motherfuckers weren't even drinking beer, because beer is for pussies. In the Berlin breakcore scene they only drink Club Maté, hot water, and ritually sanctified goat blood. I want to see a battle royale between these fucking vampires and the Los Angeles trustpunks who show up to see Shlohmo talking 'bout "slingin' in the trap" and shit.
"So then I sacrificed their baby! Hilarious, ja?"
One man's attempt at starting a mosh-pit nearly led to a 14-man, 5-woman melee but a dude with Dimebag Darrel beard stepped in to break it all up as The Panacea was wrapping up with some sort of 200BPM remix of a Black Box rave classic.We could barely get anything done at work 'cuz we were all like:
We could learn a thing or two from our furious friends goose-stepping somewhere in a Kreuzberg bunker—maybe that we should stop being so preoccupied with our carefully engineered aloofness, and start acting like the assholes we are on camera. A friend of mine recently theorized, "Techno flirting is actually adjusting your hair on Boiler Room for 45 minutes." Well, I'd love to see what breakcore flirting is.I'll leave you with a little message from The Panacea and his good friend Henry Rollins, the best and worst member of Black Flag:
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We could learn a thing or two from our furious friends goose-stepping somewhere in a Kreuzberg bunker—maybe that we should stop being so preoccupied with our carefully engineered aloofness, and start acting like the assholes we are on camera. A friend of mine recently theorized, "Techno flirting is actually adjusting your hair on Boiler Room for 45 minutes." Well, I'd love to see what breakcore flirting is.I'll leave you with a little message from The Panacea and his good friend Henry Rollins, the best and worst member of Black Flag:
