What's the worst thing about chief New York Times pop sociologist David Brooks' new column, which is titled "The D.C. Dubstep" in a vague approximation of cleverness? Is it the insipid central metaphor, by which Brooks has each party doing "dance moves" in advance of the coming sequester and its accompanying deep…
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Skrillex (né Sonny Moore) was the guest of honor at a private birthday party in Hollywood Tuesday night, when a close encounter with some birthday candles nearly left the dubstepper bereft of his signature tatty coiffure.
YouTuber Rainykauke figured his parrot wasn't being annoying enough, so he taught Harvey how to sing dubstep by beatboxing around the house.
For all of humanity's greatness—the pyramids, the Hoover Dam, our capacity to love—human beings have proven ourselves quite capable of doing truly disgusting things, also, including waging wars, acting upon greed, and wearing those godforsaken toe shoes. In an effort to build a more just, rational, and aesthetically…
Tonight is Rihanna night. Here is Rihanna turning Ginuwine's "Pony" into a Skrillex song, for whatever reason.
"Dubstep" (or EDM) is generally terrible music beloved by America's teenagers. These children go see their favorite DJs in arenas or at festivals, where they chug liquor out of water bottles and/or take various forms of MDMA and whatever else gross adult drug dealers sell them. The problem is that teenagers don't…
Want some pep in your dubstep? Just when you thought you couldn't love the genre more, Taylor Swift takes it on.
In the latest installment of their ongoing web series "Elders React," The Fine Brothers expose members of the Greatest Generation to dubstep by way of Skrillex and ask them how it makes them feel.
Want to feel old? Listen to some Skrillex. Want to feel really old? You should have been at the first of Skrillex's four New York City shows, late last night at Webster Hall in Manhattan.
Someday, hundreds of years from now, your great-great-great-great-etc. grandchildren will approach the jar in which your brain is kept and whisper into the microphone, What was the internet like in 2011? And they will wait, in the cluttered and dusty back room where you live, so to speak, as the computer processes…
