The artist rises to fame all while putting down women
“Girl, take example from these bitches/In bed, act like a ho but first, do the dishes!” is a lyric from Borgore’s song, “Act Like a Ho.”
It’s cool, though, because he said in an interview with Rolling Stone that the lyric is just a joke. I’m sure that Borgore’s joking nature was quickly understood by Stacey Anderson, who met with Borgore, to conduct the Rolling Stone interview.
“When I first met Borgore, he locked eyes with me and said, ‘The thing I love most is cummin’ on your face, suck it, bitch,’” Anderson said in her Buzzfeed article entitled “Borgore Wants You To Know That He ‘Fucking Loves Women.’”
I had initially intended to write a piece on how painfully muscled-up his EDM songs are, and how the synth-generated melodies, really, introduce nothing innovative to the world of electronic music. I would have further delved into how his disinterested vocals match the tone of a prepubescent teen trying to reach high notes. In the same immature fashion, Borgore sings about “blow[ing] your mind” if you were to go over to his place tonight on his song, appropriately titled, “Blow Your Mind.” I would have then pointed out that no lyric of that low a calibre should be accepted by any music genre—but, then, with a quick Google search on this electronic artist, Borgore did blow my mind.
Borgore calls his style of music Borestep—it’s a mix between rap and dubstep—but there’s also a handful of scum mixed into his tunes. In his song entitled “Glory Hole,” he labels a woman as a whale and then sings “Nah, sea mammals are not on my fuck list.” Is this another of Borgore’s jokes? I would expect such a line to induce disgust rather than laughter.
Misogynistic tendencies are rampant in pop-culture songs, though often hidden under the blanket of double-entendre. Without justifying lyrics that demean women, Borgore seems to take a step further than many popular artists, and appears to live what he leeches.
At the end of his interview with Anderson, she describes Borgore as commenting “disinterestedly on the lack of celebrated female DJs in EDM.” Borgore replies to the question by saying “I have no idea…It’s a lot of travelling. Maybe that’s it?”
As the music editor for The Concordian’s bumping music section, I had received Borgore’s press release, and set-up an interview with a willing writer—this was before I was aware that Borgore’s music was synonymous with whatever you may find in a vacuum bag. Borgore did not answer his phone, and after rescheduling the interview with his manager, Borgore still did not answer his phone. Moreover, Borgore texted the writer that he would be ready for the interview now after having rescheduled twice, but the DJ kept rejecting the writer’s calls— toying with a writer who’s just trying to do his job.
Borgore is like a spoiled child desperately grasping for attention—trying to push the boundaries of what he can do and say. His music also exudes the cleverness of a souped-up monkey. I just couldn’t believe how hilarious the song “Dolphin Attack” was, because, you see, at multiple points in the song, Borgore will say “dolphin attack” and, in quick response, a sound sample of a dolphin is heard. After having mopped-up the drink I spewed from my mouth in laughter, and kicking myself for not having come-up with something that clever, the album continued to roll, and I thought: “IS THAT A LASER SAMPLE I HEAR?!”
If only more people were like Boresnore.
