Hey, everybody knows that top ten lists are bunk. You don't need a degree in Bourdieu studies to know that canon-building and canon-tweaking are inevitably relative and contingent exercises, but it's just plain fun to rant about things you like. And I heart musique concrte. This genre gets a bad rap-- calling to mind a bunch of white guys in suits who use clunky gear to spew out supposedly revolutionary and certainly unlistenable bloops and fnnrts that actually amount to so much dreary audio-lint. Well, fuck you. I could bend over backwards trying to make musique concrte sound sexy and relevant by arguing that Timbaland's use of a baby crying as a riff in Aaliyah's "Are you That Somebody?" was musique concrte, or that Missy's backwards chorus is musique concrte; that basically any kind of music that uses sound as raw material to be manipulated and reshaped is already musique concrte. But I won't bother, because I happen to LOVE those white guys in their suits and ties.