Range of Motion by 8th Sense: A Psy-Trance Odyssey You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Psy-Trance isn’t for everyone. It’s like that one friend who insists on DJing your house party but only plays stuff that makes your brain feel like it’s melting into a puddle of neon goo. But hey, Range of Motion by 8th Sense? This album might just change your mind. Released in 2019 under Tandava Records (shoutout to the UK crew!), this gem is a wild ride through pulsating beats and trippy soundscapes that stick with you long after the last track fades out.
Now, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I listened to every single song religiously. Who has time for that? But two tracks stood out so hard they practically tattooed themselves onto my eardrums: “Melodic Journey” and “Trilogy.” Let me break it down for ya.
First up, “Melodic Journey.” Oh man, what even is this title? Sounds like something you’d name a yoga class at 7 AM when you’re still half-asleep. But don’t be fooled—this ain’t no zen meditation soundtrack. The moment those opening notes hit, you’re launched into a kaleidoscope of synths that feel like riding a rollercoaster made entirely of glitter. Seriously, it’s melodic, sure, but also kinda chaotic in the best way possible. There’s this part around the two-minute mark where everything drops out except for this eerie, floating melody. For a second, you think, “Wait, did my headphones die?” Nope. It’s just 8th Sense messing with your head—and honestly, I’m here for it.
Then there’s “Trilogy,” which sounds like what would happen if someone handed Daft Punk a tab of acid and said, “Go nuts.” This track feels epic in an almost cinematic way, like it should be playing during the final boss fight of some retro video game. The build-ups are sharp, the drops are dirty, and the whole vibe screams, “Yeah, we know exactly what we’re doing.” By the end, you’re left wondering how three minutes can feel both endless and over too soon. Weird flex, but okay.
So yeah, Range of Motion. Not perfect, but definitely memorable. And honestly, isn’t that what good music’s all about? Making you feel something—even if that something is confusion mixed with awe.
Final thought: Listening to this album felt like accidentally walking into a rave in the middle of nowhere. You’re not entirely sure how you got there, but once it’s over, you kinda wish you could go back. Except maybe next time, bring snacks. Or earplugs. Or both.
