EDM is the death of music: The Big Drop of Sin

EDM, they say, is euphoric. Hypnotic. Rhythmic.

EDM, I say, is an emotional down movement — a descent, not an ascent. A genre that chose the underworld when it could have chosen silence, or better yet, burial. Because as the Lord said, to dust we return. Not to neon strobes, cracked-out drops, and soulless beats.

Watch a toddler hammer at a toy piano and you’ll have witnessed the birth of half these so-called tracks. Except toddlers at least stumble into sincerity. EDM is what happens when you take that toy piano, feed it amphetamines, and hand it to a machine. Repetition without revelation (like emotions silenced in childhood). Rhythm without melody. Noise dressed as prophecy.

And don’t come at me with the sub-genres — trance with its “uplifting” loops, techno with its industrial hypnosis, psytrance with its psychedelic hammering. Dress it up however you want, the body is still cold. Call it progressive, uplifting, minimal, melodic — it’s all the same funeral march of melody (echoing trauma’s weight).

Still, the world bows. Tomorrowland and every other altar of loops keeps chanting: “Wait for the drop.” I do, and when it comes, all I hear is a pe-pe-pe, like some morbid hospital monitor announcing the flatline of music itself. Call it what it is: the death of music.

Whenever someone utters those three cursed letters — E, D, M — the likeminded among us scatter in reverse, moving at a BPM science hasn’t yet measured. It’s survival instinct. To preserve ears, dignity, and the faint hope that music still means more than the cheap dopamine of synthetic thumps.

To those non-dear souls who worship at that altar of loops: don’t try to resell it to me. Even if you were Jesus Christ, the son of God Himself, I wouldn’t buy a single second. And that’s coming from someone who doesn’t believe in Him either.

So here’s my benediction:
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost — let EDM, trance, techno, and all their kin remain with thee. For me? I choose silence over sin, melody over machines, music over this hollow masquerade.

Amen.