some people just don't get it, headstrong if you will.
a "hands-in-the-air" anthem isn't anything to write home about. There is absolutely tons of them, until you see what pretentious garbage they are. What is to put your hands in the air about? Cos some guy changed the sample banks? That's the deviation of most of the "trance" bull thats out anymore.
Look at M.I.K.E., PVD, ARMIN, any of them; they all follow a formula so rigidly that their sound virtually hasn't changed since they began producing. How is that innovative, or artistic, or something to be impressed about? That's stagnating... Their works are very single-minded and, well shallow from a listening perspective.
Some of them are (admittedly) good, but by limiting themselves they are either doing 1 of 2 things:
a.) Suggesting people want to listen to a static music format indefinetely (milking all who follow).
b.) Suggesting that dance music is mainly disposable and it's just the people who give the music a face, not the music (means to an end).
Both of them are frighteningly familiar to the pop formula, hell it's almost a direct copy they have on their hands.
Being categorized as "trance" is probably one of the worst things you can do for your career. There is really little difference between the Ian Van Dahl bullshit that nobody can stand and the "peeveedee" music that only trancers can stand.
Look at any of the successful (sorry, in my opinion) artists that have any sort of trance based sound.
Sasha, Holden, Gabriel and Dresden, Junkie XL, Infusion, Hybrid etc...
these people ARENT LIMITING THEMSELVES TO THE SAME DAMN THING OVER AND OVER. There is inevitably commonalities (For example, G&D tend to make vocal tracks, if you doubt their vocal less production capabilities take a listen to grayarea - one for the road (G&D interstate 5 mix)) in their productions but they are overall eclectic, amd interesting
note: flame away...
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