I’m starting my own genre called Scrunkatone. It combines the worst genres of music. Who wants in?
uh-oh. the latest fad of douche is called Scrunk? I didn’t think it could get any worse after emo, but wrong again!
What do you know about screamo crunk, or, naturally, scrunk? (Scrunk? Really? That’s the name? That sounds like what happens to a man’s privates when he takes a really cold swim.) I was entirely (and rather blissfully) clueless about it myself until a thread on the obsessive and curmudgeonly I Love Music board led me to a post on the Metal Inquisition blog which broke it all down for me. Basically, you combine the screaming singing style of acts like the Blood Brothers with very basic rapping, throw some dance-pop with maybe a nu-disco breakdown or two in the background, and you have… one of the more head-scratching micro-genres around.
Wait, did I say micro? ‘Cause Brokencyde, who appear to be the nadir of this phenomenon, have upwards of 25 million MySpace hits — go ahead and make it 26, check ‘em out! In their video for “Freaxxx” one gets a glimpse into their subculture, which seems to suggest Forever 21 attire for the ladies and casual rave skatepunk clothing for the fellows. Alcohol is liberally consumed, by people who look underage, so this is not made for the television sets. The lyrics are either screamed or rapped, and people sort-of dance.
But wait, dude needs to remove his hands from around the girl’s throat when he yells “liar” at her in the, uhh, chorus. That’s not cool — doesn’t he have an older brother to tell him not ever to do that? Seriously, that’s fucked-up.
—DJ Yeti