Indie bands have started clapping, and electroclash groups have become ever-more reliant on the 808 handclap. The handclap in its organic glory (or simulation thereof) should insert a hopeful note, like a brisk, playful fox-terrier jumping into the middle of the stage. But repeated often enough handclaps are hell. They are the musical equivalent to tiny lizards biting off your eyebrows.
Paul Ford has done it again. His diversions include:
Current Music: Digital Leather -- Modulated/Simulated ♬