Updated 2 years ago
“I was Raped by Neuromotor”
February 20, 2004
Hux Flux/Neuro Review by a friend from Texas
Frederic of Neuromotor read this review and said that you were
the only one to understand what he was doing!!!
I traveled from Houston to attend this party because I really dig Hux Flux, and I’ve never been to NYC, yet I’ve been entertaining the thought of making a trip to NYC to visit my friend MachinElf for a couple of years. I finally took the plunge, and as far as I am concerned, I picked a GREAT party to attend for my first FULL-ON trance event. I’ve been labeled a “trance nerd” by my friend because I’m REALLY into goa / psytrance music (I’ve an extensive/eclectic collection), but have little experience with actual trance events. I was active in the Texas rave scene for a while before a good friend turned me on to goa/psytrance.
Though Hux Flux was great, I thought the volume was kinda low during their set. I like their new album “Division by Zero”, and I’ve been a HUGE fan since Cryptic Crunch. Though the two albums are decidedly different, I dig Dennis’s Scandinavian cruchy/crisp/squelchy/pretty sounds in whatever form they take. Hux Flux – I love you, but I’m really writing this post because Neuromotor’s live set caught me completely off guard. I have had little to no exposure to Neuromotor, but this intimate first contact had a profound effect on me in many ways.
At first I was grooving to the organic “wet” sounds that he produced, but these sounds took a strange and unexpected turn toward what I experienced as aggressive male misogynistic energy. Neuromotor’s live set made my loins wet, and had me wishing that my girlfriend had made the trip with me to NYC. He introduced a bizarre aggressive SEXUAL politic to the dance floor that I have never experienced under any circumstances. Although I was digging the sound he put out, it made me feel dirty inside.
But, it was dirty in a good way … yet dirty in a bad way. I felt as if someone had violated my genitals – I felt a visceral urge in my groin, but knew in my head that this was not where I wanted my energy to go. Neuromotor played with me like a puppet on strings. I felt as if I was violated sexually – as if someone had molested, me, but I secretly enjoyed the uninvited groping and wanted more.
During this seizure of my sexual-neuro-motor control – the sample that I heard { I don’t know what the actual sample was, but what I heard on the dance floor was this ” dance, or die, between my (your) legs”).
Though the explicit architecture of this sample can surely be debated, – this was what I heard on the dance floor ” dance, OR DIE, between my(your) legs”. What? … “Dance, OR DIE, between my(your) legs” — Neuromotor used organic, tangibly sensual noises and neuro-linguistic programming to reroute my bio-brain stimulation “between my (your) legs”.
Admittedly, I was digging this at first (with guilt), but as it progressed and I found myself noticing the female forms around me, I became distracted and the dirty feelings really took hold. I was part of a psychosexual trance orgy on the dance floor. I really felt violated (but still horny) – as if I hade been run through the “Orgazmatron” many times over, yet never spent my seed.
Neuromotor reached out and stroked me uninvitedly.- repeatedly – I ultimately had to leave the dance floor because I felt herded into this sexually aggresive male mode. Yet something inside of me enjoyed this sexual intrusion, though my overall “vibe” at the party was completely thrown OFF.
When it was all over, the first thing that I said to my friend was this:
“Neuromotor raped my mind”.
[Yet my sexually perverse nature enjoyed being mind-fucked at some BASE / gutteral level.} My horn-dawg chakra was activated and I had no intention of confronting these feelings at a psytrance party – I was caught COMPLETELY off guard by this live set. I have a tremendous respect for Neuromoter as a musician and performer. When all was said and done, my final take on his live set was this: I was witness to a TRUE PUNK, “in your face” artistic expression that reached beyond the limits of “good taste”. I was hearing RAW, trashy, FUCK trance . For me – this was PUNK music.
Tthough the novelty quickly turned to bewilderment and unsated sexual feelings – I am glad that I had this experience. I would not want to have this experience at a party again however (unless it was a “private” party with my lady-love). I don’t want to share such an intensely felt sexual charge with hundreds of strangers. I still have not cleaned Neuromotor out of my head.
I truly respect him as an artist, and for making me feel what I felt that night. I allowed him to control my mind, because some dark part of me enjoyed this violation. I’m so conflicted, but I know that I have experienced somethin unique, though it was painful and confusing, and I would not want to be dragged through it again.
My ultimate resistance led to me leaving the dance floor feeling cheap, used and filthy – yet intrigued. When he keeps away from the groin-grinding sounds and suggestive samples, his work does not have this effect on me. I really enjoyed his DJ set and it brought me back to the dance floor. In retrospect, Hux Flux should have played toward the last half of the party to offset Neuromotor’s full on sexual assault.
