
Every time we open an app, hit play on a playlist, or scroll through a feed, we’re not just consuming culture, we’re curating reality. The stream of content unfurling before our eyes isn’t a neutral reflection of the world but a personalised collage shaped by algorithms, biases, and behaviours. It’s an eerie thought: what you see online is almost as unique as your fingerprint. One person’s world might be a carousel of radicalisation and outrage, another’s might be a loop of cat videos and soothing lo-fi beats. And somewhere between those extremes, a fragmented version of society exists, splintered into niche interests and self-reinforcing ideologies. In this algorithmic labyrinth, the notion of a shared cultural centre has crumbled. The mainstream — once the gravitational core around which pop culture orbited — has dissolved into a sprawling delta of micro-scenes and niche subcultures. For the music industry, this transformation poses a fundamental question: can scenes still thrive without a central stage, or are we just shouting into isolated echo chambers?
There was a time when culture felt collective. Chart-topping singles, Saturday night TV performances, and shared rituals like waiting for a new album drop tethered people to the same cultural pulse. Today, those tethers have frayed. Music discovery is no longer a mass experience but a solitary journey through algorithmically recommended paths. One listener might find themselves in a 90s shoegaze revival pocket, another buried in a hyperpop rabbit hole, while someone else swims through endless ambient soundscapes designed to melt into the background of a workday. None of these worlds is wrong, but they barely intersect.
The mainstream hasn’t disappeared entirely, but it no longer commands the same cultural authority. Even the biggest stars struggle to achieve the kind of universal recognition once afforded to artists like Madonna or Oasis. Instead, fame is fragmented, scaled to the size of the subculture that nurtures it. A band can headline major festivals and still be unknown to millions. A bedroom producer can cultivate a cult following that feels more real and intense than any global pop star’s fanbase. The cultural centre has collapsed into countless tributaries, each with its own language, norms, and reference points. For music communities, this means the idea of a “scene” has shifted from something shared and physical to something splintered and fluid.
Scenes have always relied on a sense of belonging, a shared vision, and the friction that sparks creativity. But when algorithms build echo chambers around our preferences, that friction can fade. Online, you rarely encounter music you haven’t implicitly asked for. You’re shown artists who sound like the ones you already love, opinions that align with your worldview, and communities that mirror your tastes back at you. It’s comforting, but it can also be creatively suffocating.
The punk scenes of the 70s or the rave culture of the 90s thrived on the collision of ideas, of aesthetics, of politics. They were built on people coming together physically, arguing, experimenting, and influencing each other. Today, much of that energy is dissipated across digital platforms. Discord servers, Reddit threads, and TikTok trends create the illusion of bustling communities, but they often function as closed loops. The energy doesn’t necessarily spill into the streets or spark new movements. Instead, it recirculates online, endlessly refined but rarely revolutionary.
This isn’t to say music communities are dead. They’re just harder to see and harder to sustain. And when everyone’s cultural diet is so uniquely tailored, even people standing side by side at the same gig might be inhabiting radically different realities. The challenge for artists and fans alike is how to bridge those divides, how to build something communal in a world designed to keep us apart.
Of course, even asking these questions can feel like a luxury. In an era where hustle culture has blurred the boundary between work and life into oblivion, many creatives are too exhausted to ponder the state of cultural cohesion. The gig economy mentality has infected the arts, too. There’s no clocking off when your livelihood depends on your next idea, your next release, your next viral moment. Every hour not spent creating can feel like an hour wasted.
For those without safety nets, the pressure is relentless. Art becomes entangled with survival, creativity with commerce. In this context, the fragmentation of culture isn’t just an abstract concern; it’s part of the struggle. Niche audiences can sustain niche artists, but they also mean constantly hustling to find your people, build your own infrastructure, and cut through the algorithmic noise. It’s not that artists don’t care about broader cultural conversations — it’s that the bandwidth for them is often consumed by the basic grind of staying afloat.
This endless hustle also reinforces the echo chamber problem. When every action has to be optimised for visibility and income, risk-taking feels dangerous. Challenging your audience might mean losing them. Engaging with ideas outside your bubble might cost you time and traction. And so, the cultural landscape becomes more atomised, more siloed, more driven by the logic of platforms than by the messy, serendipitous human connections that once defined scenes.
It’s tempting to resign ourselves to this fractured reality, but there are ways to push back. It starts with intention. Algorithms might nudge us towards comfort zones, but we still have agency. Choosing to step outside your tailored feed — to listen to genres you’d usually ignore, to follow voices you disagree with, to attend gigs that aren’t “your scene” — can jolt you out of algorithmic autopilot. It’s a small act of resistance, but it matters.
For music communities, intentional cross-pollination is crucial. Collaborations across genres, events that bring disparate audiences together, platforms that prioritise discovery over predictability — these are the kinds of efforts that can rebuild a sense of shared culture. They won’t recreate the monoculture of the past (and maybe that’s no bad thing), but they can cultivate spaces where difference isn’t just tolerated but celebrated.
On an individual level, resisting cultural detachment also means rethinking how we define success and connection. Scenes don’t have to be massive to be meaningful. They don’t have to trend globally to matter locally. If anything, the multiplicity of cultural streams offers an opportunity: smaller, more intentional communities that prioritise depth over reach, authenticity over virality. The challenge is to nurture those spaces without letting them calcify into echo chambers.
We are living through a profound cultural shift. The mainstream as we knew it has dissolved, replaced by an intricate web of niches shaped by algorithms, economics, and relentless hustle. It’s a landscape where cat videos and radical manifestos can coexist in neighbouring tabs, where a DIY artist can be a superstar in one corner of the internet and invisible in another, where the idea of a “shared” culture feels increasingly distant.
But perhaps the death of the mainstream isn’t a tragedy. Perhaps it’s an invitation to rethink how we build and sustain communities in a fragmented world. It forces us to confront the ways we’ve outsourced our cultural choices to algorithms and challenges us to reclaim them. It asks us to be more intentional about connection, more curious about difference, and more willing to step outside our carefully curated realities.
Article by Amelia Vandergast