I think there's basically a whole load of unemployable 55 year old men sat on computers. Thousands of 'em. If you were somebody in the 90s and a nobody now, and know no other world, what are you supposed to do? other than spunk your diminishing royalties on chisel? the likes of Farley (and even Rampling - despite the weirdness) are ok because they shrewdly position themselves as elder statesmen of the scene. They will keep getting the Defected gigs because they still have a name/heritage market, whilst the cheesier ones can always rely on Clockwork & co or playing second fiddle to Alfredo at some festival in Leamington Spa. But then you've got all the other footsoldiers, the also-rans and never-weres, the ones who had that hit on Manifesto in 1996. Bitterness creeps in and they wash up online being sarcy misanthropes, taking potshots at Skream or anyone under 40. I know one divorce happened in my extended circle because she just got done with all the negativity and I guess lockdown made it worse. So the online circus and real life do sometimes intersect. There's a lot of people on social media in a very bad headspace.