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The life and death of dubstep
One of my earliest and most formative clubbing experiences was spent in a church basement in Brixton around 2010. Age 16 and blinded by dry ice, it wasn’t the thrill of gaining entry to a club underage that made the night memorable but rather its overwhelming sound. The bass pumping through the speaker stacks was so intense it became a physical presence: the fact of frequencies passing through my body to make organs quiver and the fillings in my teeth rattle. I had never hear
