So, Holly vs. Longhorn Book Deal in a cage match at The Great Barstoolio's (that place with all the funny sex music talk):
The musical mise-en-scène?
Why, if it isn't house vs. breaks, the original Abel and Cain.
Only, we're totally Cain. When you see that forehead mark, you know the funky trouble's comin'.
Fly, you fools.
Though, lately, I have been talking up the death of the genre boundary, I must still insist that that's less to do with being frustrated with breaks at all (quite the opposite), and more to do with the whole tired lot of house, d'n'b and otherwise genre-strangled formulations vegetabalizing me at most intervals of their being played out.
More trash talk is by all means accepted here.