However, Gabber is an entirely difference story. It is something which is probably best used only for psychological warfare. The station was playing someone called Rob Da Rhythm and Twisted & Brainfire's darkside. It sounded like a 1980s SCSI harddrive about to go into terminal read failure, mixed with the melodious sounds of a dot matrix printer furiously producing conspiracy theory flyers. It just kept grinding and grinding in metallic agony. I wonder does Rob da Rhythm work on a construction site. There's nothing like jack hammering concrete all day, coming home and listening to some hardcore Gabber. So you too can appreciate what it feels like to be a beaten to death by a relentless floppy drive determined to read those bad sectors I saved a couple of clips. Believe me, there is a hell of a lot more where this came from.
