Phoning It In: Can your Headset State About Your Choice

Nowadays, this indicates everyone walking the streets paying attention to tunes on their earpieces, what melody? We don’t recognize. We presume we know. Is a punk rocker at the rear of a bus secretly jamming to Britney Spears? Or could the tracksuit-bottomed, highlight-headed girl looking forward to her friends actually moshing out with Black Flag? The pinstripe power suit on the train could be a huge Public Enemy fan or the area ASBO might be a jazz fan with a affection for Coltrane’s sax playing.

 

People who don’t dress in any tune-themed clothing style can stay safely indistinctive to the world at large as music consumers. Or can they? Here are two brands and what they are saying about you:

 

Skullcandy are a new-ish brand (founded 2003) and aimed directly on the postpunk/goth/emo/whatever crowd. The clue is now in the label and the kid-friendly Stencilled graphitti skull logo. Designed to accompany bullet belts, Atticus shirts and thin fit jeans, (the last vestiges of authentic subculture now comfortably removed and replaced by mere consumption of image and merchandise in one. Punk’s early vision, i.e, the flaunting of poverty has been overtaken by a generation prepared to consume ready-ripped jeans and spraypaint-effect shirts, I, uh, mean whatever, man). Skullcandy headphones appear in a variety of garish colours, also as a stark black and white for maximum appeal. Given the markup in price, it appears extremely improbable a consumer would buy these headsets unless it was to make a press release in regards to the music itself. This person (even if they are an 80 year old lady) is way more likely that they are playing My Chemical Romance than they are Mozart.

 

Sennheiser headsets, distinctive by their lesser, specialized design tend to be more the domain of the 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 way more likely to be listening to Charles Mingus, a vintage Delta Blues or folk section, appreciating it the way one might a excellent wine, as well as all clever cultural nuances therein. This person is serious about music, and his/her contempt for bands of the minute may be uniformly significant. Expect a lecture at any second on the genius of Belgian techno or some obscure Japanese arse-band (NOTE: arse-music is not a genuine genre…yet)

 

So, the peripherals we use within the 21st century say as often about us as our record collections might. Even if we do not want them to? That definitely seems being possible, anyway. Next: How come we iPod customers so bloody smug?

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