Phoning It In: Can your Headset Pronounce Regarding Your Choice

As of late, it appears everybody walking the streets paying attention to music on their headphones, what melody? We do not recognize. We presume we know. Is the punk rocker at the back of the bus secretly jamming to Britney Spears? Or could the tracksuit-bottomed, highlight-headed girl looking forward to her mates actually moshing out with Black Flag? The pinstripe power suit on the train might be an enormous Public Enemy fan or the area ASBO could be a jazz fan using a fondness for Coltrane’s sax playing.

 

Those who do not dress in any music-themed clothes style can stay securely anonymous to the planet at large as music consumers. Or can they? Listed here are two brands and what they are saying about you:

 

Skullcandy are a brand new-ish brand (founded 2003) and intended squarely at the postpunk/goth/emo/whatever crowd. The clue is now in the label and the child-friendly Stencilled graphitti skull logo. Designed to accompany bullet belts, Atticus shirts and skinny fit jeans, (the last remnants of indisputable subculture now comfortably removed and changed by mere consumption of appearance and merchandise in one. Punk’s preliminary image, i.e, the flaunting of poverty has been overtaken by a generation primed to use ready-ripped jeans and spraypaint-effect shirts, I, uh, mean whatever, man). Skullcandy earphones are available in a variety of garish colours, as well as a stark black and white for max appeal. Particular the markup in price, it appears extremely unlikely a customer would buy these headphones unless it is to generate a press release concerning the music itself. This person (even when they’re an eighty year old lady) is far more likely that they are listening to My Chemical Romance than they are Mozart.

 

Sennheiser headphones, distinctive by their lesser, skilled design are more the domain of that audiophile, the music nut as well as the gadget freak. This person, though they could be attired in parallel manner to the Skullcandy kid, is much more likely to be playing Charles Mingus, a vintage Delta Blues or folk section, appreciating it the best way one might a excellent wine, as well as all subtle cultural nuances therein. This one is serious about music, and his/her disdain for bands of the minute might be uniformly significant. Expect a lecture at any second on the genius of Belgian techno or some obscure Japanese arse-band (NOTE: arse-music isn’t an actual genre…yet)

 

So, the peripherals we use in the 21st century say as much about us as our record collections might. Even if we do not want them to? That definitely seems to be the case, anyway. Next: Why are we iPod users so bloody smug?