My God, this is awful.

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Fuck you, EDM. You ruined music festivals. You ruined Vegas. You ruined sampling. Now, you ruined Ramin Djawdi's beautiful opening to Game of Thrones. The fact that you've cultivated a space in which douchebags roam free and teenagers overdose over, and over, and over again is the least of your problems. You've gone from niche interest, explored by musicians with a knack for hacking, to a $4.5 billion-and-growing business that musicians I love have neither the time nor the clout to adequately fight against. While they put in thousands of hours honing their centuries-old crafts, you've spent the past two decades quietly ripping them off using the cold comfort of a laptop screen and guileless mouse-worshipping costumes. The people who make pilgrimages to your events pay tribute to your buttons and knobs and MacBook Pros with their money and brain cells, committing themselves forever to a lifetime of digital shame and permanent auditory scarring. They do this in a prolonged ritual of longing, waiting and waiting for that mythical unicorn known to arrive almost on cue, the bass. The bass is coveted, the bass is legendary, the bass is what your teeming masses yearn for.

And you reward them by blaring noise into their ears...over, and over, and over again.

This is repressive musical douchebaggery at its worst.

I had naively hoped that a medieval television series set to (mostly) classical music and an opening title sequence created to appreciate the world-building cartography of a history that—for all its dragons and magic—isn't so unlike our own. I was wrong, and fuck me for that, too.

Fuck you, EDM. Ryan Adams was right before he chickened out.

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Eric Vilas-Boas Assistant Editor Eric Vilas-Boas is a former editor at Esquire, where he managed the magazine's social media accounts, helped edit the website, and has written stories about comic books, martinis, and Ernest Hemingway's hamburger acumen.

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