Phoning It In: Can your Earphones Say As regards Your Choice

As of late, it appears everyone walking the streets paying attention to music on their headphones, what music? We don’t know. We presume we know. Is a punk rocker at the rear of the bus secretly jamming to Britney Spears? Or would the tracksuit-bottomed, highlight-headed girl waiting for her mates really moshing out with Black Flag? The pinstripe power suit in the train could be a massive Public Enemy fan or the local ASBO might be a jazz fan using a fondness for Coltrane’s sax playing.

 

People who don’t dress in any music-themed clothes style can stay securely indistinctive to the planet at large as music customers. Or can they? Listed here are two brand names and what they say about you:

 

Skullcandy are a new-ish make (founded 2003) and aimed squarely on the postpunk/goth/emo/whatever crowd. The clue is now in the name and the child-friendly Stencilled graphitti skull logo. Designed to go together with bullet belts, Atticus shirts and skinny fit jeans, (the final remnants of genuine subculture now comfortably detached and replaced by mere consumption of appearance and products in one. Punk’s initial image, i.e, the flaunting of poverty has been overtaken by a generation prepared to use ready-ripped jeans and spraypaint-effect shirts, I, uh, mean whatever, man). Skullcandy headphones come in a variety of garish colours, as well as a stark black and white for maximum appeal. Particular the markup in price, it seems highly improbable a consumer would buy these earphones unless it was to generate a statement concerning the music itself. This person (even when they’re an 80 year old lady) is far more likely that they are playing My Chemical Romance than they are Mozart.

 

Sennheiser headsets, distinctive by their smaller, professional design tend to be more the domain of that audiophile, the music nut and the gadget freak. This person, though they might be attired in parallel manner to that Skullcandy kid, is way more likely to be playing Charles Mingus, a vintage Delta Blues or folk piece, appreciating it the best way one might a fine wine, as well as all subtle cultural nuances therein. This one is serious about music, and his/her contempt 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 a genuine genre…yet)

 

So, the peripherals we use within the 21st century say as often about us as our record collections might. Even when we do not want them to? That certainly seems to be the case, anyway. Next: How come we iPod users so bloody smug?