Dub- step. Not quite music, not quite noise but filthy dirty. How else to describe the relentless pounding and bass so deep you feel like it's inside you? It's not passionate, theres no heat (except for the heaving bodies next to you). Dub- step is heavy, thick, sweltering. It isn't there to satisfy, it isn't quick enough to release the frustraion that dancing crazy to electro does. No, dub-step teases, pushes up against you, pulls your head back. You're sweaty, wound up by the endless depth of the sound that refuses to give you the drop. Then finally you give in, feeling it throb through you. Suddenly it's pressing everywhere till it gets into your ears, your chest, your head. It's under your skin, dragging up your back. It's ugly, so very very ugly. But so very very wet.
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