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Generation Ecstasy: Into the World of Techno and Rave Culture
By Simon Reynolds
Let me begin by stating that I have seen Simon Reynolds do the methylenedioxymethamphetamine boogie. Moreover, I have on occasion shared water bottles with him. This seems important to note for two reasons. One is to reveal that books are sometimes reviewed by colleagues and/or friends of the author (yes, I know: You thought people wrote jacket-copy blurbs for the money). The other is to confirm that Reynolds -- a British music journalist and senior editor at Spin -- genuinely digs rave and DJ culture. He's been known to dance and take drugs and stay up past sunrise, just like hundreds of thousands of other groove-riding yahoos around the world. He is, to a great extent, a Believer.
With critical objectivities thus sullied all around, it remains to be said that Generation Ecstasy, a hefty sociocultural history of rave culture and its soundtracks, is a landmark. As the engine of nearly all that is exciting in modern pop music, the dance and DJ genre has never been the subject of a proper history. (In truth, it's never been deemed worthy of one.) The culture, on the other hand -- as if it could really be separated from the music it revolves around -- has, and plenty of writers have had a go. Among the best books are Sarah Thornton's 1996 Club Cultures (Wesleyan/New England), a smart set of subcultural sociologies that offers a discussion of club music's pop profile, as well as dissecting sock-hop evolutions and the intersection of the overground with the U.K. rave underground; and Matthew Collin's 1997 Altered State (Serpent's Tail), a good read that gets deeper into the history of DJ music but ultimately finds the British rave scene more compelling than the actual sounds.
Reynolds goes further, fusing sociology, cultural analysis, history, and plenty of solid, close-read music criticism. He's a rock crit by trade -- and with a nod to David Toop, perhaps the sharpest chronicler of British DJ music around -- as well as a vinyl hound and an all-around data freak, and his hunger to canonize and categorize the mysterious 12-inch miracles that built rave culture is one of the things that makes Generation Ecstasy so essential. His discography pinpoints the first house 12-inch (by general consensus, Jesse Saunders and Vince Lawrence's "On and On"), the first Roland 303 acid house track (Phuture's "Acid Tracks"), the first salvo of mega-sub-bassy Northern England house (Unique 3's "The Theme"), and, like the man said, on and on, tracing the development of jungle, trance, gabba, happy hardcore, and big beat squelch by phase-shifted squelch.
It may seem like useless arcana to some, but no more so than recognizing the place of Chuck Berry's "Maybelline" or James Brown's "Cold Sweat." This is a secret history that, outside of record shop chat and DJ magazines, simply hasn't existed until now. True, Reynolds is enamored, and maybe overenamored, of dance music's myriad microgenres -- hell, he named plenty of them himself. But he does more than just list records and sort styles. He does his best to explicate what each sometimes-minute sonic shift means, the cultural reality it reflects. Thus, the evolution of bells-and-whistles anthems when short DJ sets became the norm at multiartist raves; the growth of darkside and gabba when Ecstasy burnout and amphetamine abuse transformed the psyche of mid-'90s dance floors; the spliff worship that shaped drum 'n' bass and trip hop; and the reactionary move toward ambient and "intelligent" techno.
But it's funny: In much of his critical work, Reynolds has indulged an obsession with musical experience that creates an "apocalyptic now," where past and future, consciousness and critical thought, are whited-out in moments of grand-mal bacchanal (see his Blissed Out, and some of the gender-blurring blisses in the provocative The Sex Revolts, co-written with partner Joy Press). In the introduction to Generation Ecstasy, he quotes critic Barney Hoskyns from a piece he says "changed all my ideas about music": "What we must lose now," Hoskyns wrote, "is this insidious, corrosive knowingness, this need to collect and contain. We must open our brains that have been stopped and plugged with random information, and once again must our limbs carve in the air the patterns of their desire."
If that isn't the sound of a rock critic trying to shed his skin, then I'm Natalie Imbruglia. Certainly, Generation Ecstasy is informed by a profound need to collect and contain, and it's heavy with what can feel at times like random information. Yet it's this admirable desire to get beyond the facts, ma'am, that gives the book both its veering tension and its bold heart. Like many of us, Reynolds got his utopian imagination fired up after experiencing the synergy of Ecstasy, bootie-shaking, crowded dance floors, dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music. He's not ashamed to suggest this collective art-magic might have the potential for broader social revolution. He's not embarrassed to note that the nut of this potential has a lot to do with drugs (specifically E), or that its stumbling blocks also have a lot to do with drugs (misuse, abuse, and counterproductive laws). After all the dashed promises and self-delusion of late-'60s psychedelic culture, he actually has the cojones to suggest that music and drugs might yet be able to change the world. God bless him.
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