Judging the judge. (Dutch version below) The tension is evident on their faces. We've just listened to a track that was put together in an hour with blood, sweat, and tears, using a USB stick loaded with samples. I'm expected to say something meaningful about it. Constructive, honest, and with integrity—values I hold in high regard. Particularly when it concerns young producers participating in a competition where they can win a substantial prize package and a year of coaching. My male fellow jury members have provided technical feedback on EQ sculpting and frequency dips in the highs. They discussed how the mix sounds on speakers in a space not designed as a studio but where the walls usually drip with sweat during intense club nights. The participant looks at me expectantly. And I hear myself saying; how the music affected me, how the intro created an expectation that wasn't quite fulfilled, but that the use of the samples was original. The end of the track doesn't se...