Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate MCs? Why yes! I think I have.
Well, tonight's Photek show was as horrid as I expected. It was terrible because I happen to like Photek, but as is par for course with drum-and-bass events lately, there was an MC blathering over the music for the whole show, totally obliterating the music I came to hear.
I have two Photek discs, and as far as I can recall, neither of them feature a suburban Gap-wearing white fratboy rapping in a bad Jamaican accent for four hours.
I just don't get it. I can't even put myself in the DJ's shoes: I mean, DJs like this guy are unlike most DJs in that they aren't just standing there playing other peoples' records: they're playing their own records. And you'd think that if they thought their music needed a fake-Jamaican rapper, well, they would have included one in the recording, wouldn't they?
And it's not even like the DJ chose to go on tour with this chump: as far as I can tell, the MC is always a local, booked by the promoters, so there's a different fake-Jamaican each night of the tour. Presumably the DJs could put a stop to this if they objected, so they're clearly complicit... but why??
It's almost harder to tolerate events like this than it is to tolerate the "deep house" crap we usually do, because at least the house nights are just 100% hateful through-and-through: whereas, this is an event that could have been music I liked, if they didn't go and totally fuck it up.
The first DJ was really good, though: the MC didn't start until later.