I love music that confounds me, music which doesn’t fall into easy journalistic boxes. That is one of the things I love about Generation Kill, just one of many. So firstly, where does this fit into the musical landscape? Doom disco? Dystopian pop? Industrial dance? You get to a point where you are just inventing new genres and much as I like doing that it serves little purpose. It is a strange hybrid of heavy dance grooves, hypnotic and industrial electro, the sound of a bleak and blasted future, one where the machines have risen and where mankind is fighting back. It’s just that I’m not sure which side created this music.
This is dance music built from the detritus found scattered across an industrial wasteland, all sharp edges and jagged design and driven by a relentless powerhouse of bruising beats and searing sparks. It is the white-hot groove of factory noise being rendered onto the night club floor, but not the night club that just anyone can find. This one is probably in a decaying warehouse or dead car plant miles away from civilisation and possibly even in some sort of parallel universe, and as the clock strikes thirteen this is the sound which hits the sky for probably the last party before the apocalypse. Disco goes punk? Let’s go with that.