A snapshot of a short-lived microgenre, created by a niche network of producers in New York, fusing two of the dominant sounds of the city in the mid 2000s – the ostentatious, trunk-knocking drum programming of Diplomats beats, and the euphoric big-room trance sounds spilling from the city's clubs. Dipset Trance.
DJ: “… I don’t know, I didn’t… I didn’t think I’d be the one holding the air, I never spoke live before the event consumed the many. I’ve no news for the desperate survivors and… and I can’t… well, I can hope that this next song might help us survive a little longer…"
DJ: “… I don’t know, I didn’t… I didn’t think I’d be the one holding the air, I never spoke live before the event consumed the many. I’ve no news for the desperate survivors and… and I can’t… well, I can hope that this next song might help us survive a little longer…"