Please stop breathing Carolina


By Ross Hettel

I don’t know where it came from, but apparently, a genre of music called crunkcore was born, and it involves electronic dance music combined with screamo vocals.

It’s quite possibly the worst thing to happen to music since Fred Durst thought it might be a good idea to rap over some rock music.

The reason this awful racket has been brought to my attention was because Breathe Carolina played Thursday night at the House Cafe, 263 E. Lincoln Highway.

I walk into the House that night, and the place is packed with teenagers eager to get the show started. I could only assume that was so they could get the car keys back to their parents on time. In a room full of scenester girls and guys, there was more eyeliner in this crowd than a drag show.

Eventually, the band was done setting up, and the ’80s classic rock playing between the sets faded away. It was a moment of sadness for me, as that was the most enjoyable sound I’d hear all night.

About 10 minutes into the assaulting cacophony, I noticed the DJ’s MacBook has a large sticker on it that read, “I’M NOT A DJ.”


While my eardrums were invaded by the wub-wub of the bass and the screeching vocals, my brain started asking questions about what I was witnessing.

Does a band really need epilepsy-inducing LEDs littered throughout the stage? Does dubstep really need a guy in a sleeveless jean jacket jumping around trying to be a rockstar? The answers to both of these questions is a resounding no.

What I find strange about this music is, separately, I’m not opposed to either of the genres being forced together here.

I’ll dig some screamo. Funeral Diner and Envy have been in my rotation since high school. The same applies with electronic music and some dubstep. I don’t complain when Skrillex or Flux Pavillion find their way onto a house party’s stereo.

That being said, the closest those two genres should ever get is when they end up on the same iPod.

I recently found out that Korn is set to release a dubstep album in December. I’m gonna call it: Dubstep has officially jumped the shark.

So I may not agree with the musical aspect of Breathe Carolina, but I certainly cannot knock its staunch belief in its music and fans. I’ve never seen girls dancing on top of the House Cafe speakers before, nor did I ever think I would witness crowd surfing at the venue.

By the time it played its last song and latest single, “Blackout,” more of the crowd was on the stage dancing with the band than on the floor itself.

At one point in the show, one of the lead singers ran off the stage and into the crowd to join the mosh pit. I don’t know many artists that would be willing to get down and mix it up with their fans like that. Not to mention that they stuck around to talk to the line of girls waiting outside the band room.

The music may not be for everyone – specifically most people with working ears – but the artists who make it are not short on enthusiasm, and I can’t hate them for that.