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Like most dance music genres, blog house was declared dead by its more cutting-edge proponents as soon as it got popular enough to earn its own unfortunate moniker. And for sure there is something burnout-inspiring about the form’s kudzu-like infestation of dance clubs around the world, and the way that its genuine talents are often swamped by wave after wave of pale imitators. That being said, it’s still a little too early to fully turn your back on the style, and its going to be a little while until the last bit of fun can be squeezed out of the combination of pulsing Giorgio Moroder beeps, obnoxious 90s-rave synth freakouts, and raps about sex, drugs, and personal electronics from the 90s.
The Bloody Beetroots, on the other hand, can really shine when they completely abandon restraint and good taste by pushing blog house’s standard distorted synths to a place not too far from pure noise. Of course that can also make them completely obnoxious at times, and I still haven’t settled on whether to love them or hate them.
