It sounds like a very UK thing, yeah? I’m trying to think of what the US equivalent would be (I grew up there) but I can’t think of anything. I can picture a 40+ coworker (my age too) listening to the beastie boys and rage quitting though
In the UK drum n bass is a thing since about 35 years. In many European countries there is a stable scence since about 25 years. A friend of mine had a boss in his 50s, who used to DJ drum n bass here in Germany.
I don’t think it ever had a strong mainstream appeal outside the UK though
I’ve had various coworkers use different music. I used to listen to a lot of solo piano stuff because it kept my nerves down. My viking-esque coworker was in constant beast-mode, listening to fast and loud metal all day. From the commute to the gym to the computer. I don’t know how he wasn’t a ball of pure rage but actually it seemed to be an outlet for it, he was a really calm dude.
Metal, pop, and EDM have all been big in offices I’ve worked at.
Dude, you have no idea how the world gets turned down when you’re listening to metal. Strangely, the more “extreme” the metal, the greater the affect.
It’s this lovely blend of catharsis, the beat being quasi-hypnotic, and a sense that there is a sea of other metalheads out there moshing to the same thing, and that same thing is often a scathing hatred of the futility of so many human endeavors.
My wife even noticed it, early in our life together. Said basically the same thing as you did, having no clue how I wasn’t out there punching kittens and slaying enemies after fifteen minutes of listening. Instead, I throw on something like Dimmu Borgir, Metallica (not all that extreme tbh, but still), or Amon Amarth, and ten minutes later, I’m all chilled the fuck out and the only side effect is a tendency to run around the house growling lyrics at everyone while giggling maniacally.
Okay, so, that last part is a me thing, not really universal to metalheads. Or, not that they’ll admit in public. Also, if you’ve never put on socks so that they flop around at the toes, then gambolled through the house, hopping from foot to foot while screaming “dressed as goblins” for fifteen to twenty minutes, you are a poser. Or sane. Also, nekrogoblikon ftmfw!
The “blasting drum n bass” is probably the most accurate part, for me.
It sounds like a very UK thing, yeah? I’m trying to think of what the US equivalent would be (I grew up there) but I can’t think of anything. I can picture a 40+ coworker (my age too) listening to the beastie boys and rage quitting though
In the UK drum n bass is a thing since about 35 years. In many European countries there is a stable scence since about 25 years. A friend of mine had a boss in his 50s, who used to DJ drum n bass here in Germany.
I don’t think it ever had a strong mainstream appeal outside the UK though
It does, but no I’m actually in the US and DnB is one of my favorite music genres.
I’ve had various coworkers use different music. I used to listen to a lot of solo piano stuff because it kept my nerves down. My viking-esque coworker was in constant beast-mode, listening to fast and loud metal all day. From the commute to the gym to the computer. I don’t know how he wasn’t a ball of pure rage but actually it seemed to be an outlet for it, he was a really calm dude.
Metal, pop, and EDM have all been big in offices I’ve worked at.
Dude, you have no idea how the world gets turned down when you’re listening to metal. Strangely, the more “extreme” the metal, the greater the affect.
It’s this lovely blend of catharsis, the beat being quasi-hypnotic, and a sense that there is a sea of other metalheads out there moshing to the same thing, and that same thing is often a scathing hatred of the futility of so many human endeavors.
My wife even noticed it, early in our life together. Said basically the same thing as you did, having no clue how I wasn’t out there punching kittens and slaying enemies after fifteen minutes of listening. Instead, I throw on something like Dimmu Borgir, Metallica (not all that extreme tbh, but still), or Amon Amarth, and ten minutes later, I’m all chilled the fuck out and the only side effect is a tendency to run around the house growling lyrics at everyone while giggling maniacally.
Okay, so, that last part is a me thing, not really universal to metalheads. Or, not that they’ll admit in public. Also, if you’ve never put on socks so that they flop around at the toes, then gambolled through the house, hopping from foot to foot while screaming “dressed as goblins” for fifteen to twenty minutes, you are a poser. Or sane. Also, nekrogoblikon ftmfw!
The problem is that my feet are too big for such socks to exist
Right???