Here is Aaron breaking down the ridiculousness of the current state of music media, how critics write as if they’re paid in coupons, and how being musically relevant is equivalent to playing a game. Absurdity complete with clickbait title, “Venetian Snares hates the music industry, hates FACT Singles Club and hates you”. Awarding him a TRASH_AUDIO Breakcore coupon good for a Thai massage from Surachai or an IDM Banana sticker redeemable for a hair combing from Alessandro. Really though, Aaron is usually the smartest guy in the room – and tallest.
At odds with his career
“In order to make a living I have to allow people to hear my music and I have to go fucking clown show it for them at some fucking club”
“It doesn’t even sound anything like self-expression, it’s like… I’m awesome within these predefined parameters that are presented to me. Which I guess most artists feel is what’s exciting about a genre. They see a few people doing a similar thing and then everyone just jumps on it and goes, “I’m this now!” It’s like if a bunch of people wore the same fucking outfit from the Gap, you know?”
“‘[Venetian Snares] came on while I was giving someone a back massage.’ That’s the best one. A fuckin’ back massage. [Venetian Snares is] not compatible with massages!? No shit! I’d like to give them a back massage with a belt sander. God. I’d like to get into a time machine and drown their parents. This is the state of modern critique?! Holy shit. I don’t know.”