Novelty acid house, anyone? I must be an eternal 12 year old, because I find it hilarious. You may easily guess that it’s not about the joys of pet ownership, and you will be correct. Subtle nuance is not what Lords of Acid are about. They’re about whatever shock value can be gleaned from a woman rapping about her vagina. It’s really not that much shock value, even. Maybe in 1997 it was far more titillating. It’s not trying to be particularly clever, either. That doesn’t make me enjoy any less. It’s naughty and fun, obviously and there’s just something irrepressible about a sustained sex joke, especially when delivered with such matter-of-fact conviction. It’s also gay af, which is always a plus. The world needs more songs celebrating ladies who love ladies, and not just the whiny Birkenstock types.
It’s hard to imagine today, but back in the 90’s most people didn’t know very much about BDSM culture. Back then, you see, there still existed barriers between the mainstream and the underground. There were these things called ‘subcultures’ that most folks had no access to or way of knowing about, except by word of mouth. If you weren’t lucky enough to live in a place with an underground or know people who knew people, you could go your entire life blissfully unaware being someone’s voluntary sex slave was a lifestyle option. Today, of course, being a ‘sub’, a ‘little’ or even a ‘pup’ is a lifestyle choice like any other and there’s a thriving community of like minded people ready to cater to you at your fingertips. So the antics of Belgian industrial music collective Lords of Acid may not strike your jaded eyes as shocking. They exist to make music for the kind of nightclubs that have no sign on the door, and to proselytize about the joys of the kinky life. Their lurid aesthetic and explicit lyrics made them notorious, if only in their own narrow corner of the club music scene. The whiff of transgression may have faded somewhat since the 90’s, but that just means that their music has cycled around to being perfectly timely again. We’re all about being sex-positive and we’re anti-kink-shaming here. We need music that articulates those beliefs in the most explicit way possible.
In this climate of all things electronic, I haven’t yet seen acid house make a big comeback. What do I know about these fine distinctions, though? Not much, really. Maybe it’s happening right under my nose. Either way, we should all get behind a Lords of Acid revival. Not bloody likely, it seems; they were far too weird to bust out of the underground in the 90’s and they’re too weird to get swept out of it by the EDM tides today. Weird, raunchy and absolutely shitblitzed insane, they occupied a pretty unswept corner of pop culture. Their garish, high-trash, pornified aesthetic was quite outre at the time, though it feels au courant for the world of internet culture. It’s a scary wormhole to go exploring, especially if your familiarity with early 90’s acid house rave culture doesn’t go much further than a vague awareness that it’s a thing that used to exist. Still, the spirit of true weirdness should be rewarded, and if this crew doesn’t deserve to be revered as acid elders, I don’t know who does.
This song is by 90s techno band Lords of Acid, whom I know nothing about. Sorry.
I secretly like rave music, techno, electronica etc, but I don’t know much about it. Since music that’s built on beats and samples tends to sound pretty anonymous there doesn’t seem to be any point in finding out who all the bands are. Anyway I found this track on some promotional compilation cd – the best of acid house or some such. Maybe soon I’ll get to go to a real rave, not one in somebody’s basement.