Sickboy Milkplus, feat. High School Musical

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Sickboy Milkplus – Tweencore 3

Sickboy Milkplus – Tweencore 5

Everybody knows that a great plot conceit can get you far in life – James Cameron has built an entire Hollywood career with this knowledge. The conceit behind Belgian breakcore producer Sickboy Milkplus’s Tweencore  EP (released yesterday morning by Jason Forrest’s Cock Rock Disco label as a 100% free download) is that it’s assembled completely out of samples from the (fucking) Disney channel (High School Musical, Camp Rock, Taylor Swift, etc). That’s right: while we were all being bitter old men, drinking gin from the bottle and lamenting the future of music because the (fucking) Disney channel is more culturally influential than every indie-rock label rubber-banded together into a super giant indie label ball…well, while we were being sad drunks, this guy was wading through the debris, trying to make sense of the bullshit.

You might not like hardcore breakbeats (in fact, if you’re on this site, you probably don’t), but there’s a minimal amount of glee that I think we can all bask in when Sickboy takes a song in which the lyrics “no, no, no, stick to the stuff you know, it is better by far to keep things as they are…stick to the status quo!,” and then dunks its head underwater with a violent barrage of gabber kicks, machine-gun breaks, and a sample of Stan from South Park saying “kill yourself.” FOR ELEVEN MINUTES STRAIGHT. If High School Musical were the Nazis, think of Tweencore as Inglourious Basterds – a testosterone-driven revenge epic, gritty and unabashedly sadistic but also archly clever and sardonic and hilarious, about taking a shameful tract of cultural history and re-realizing it as a bloody, hardcore-techno Pyrrhic victory.

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