Addicted by AIROD: A Techno Trip You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s talk about Addicted, the 2019 brainchild of Irish producer AIROD, released under DSNT Records. If you’re into techno with a side of acid, this one's gonna slap harder than your morning coffee on an empty stomach. It’s not just music—it’s like being strapped to a rollercoaster that only goes up, down, and occasionally sideways while whispering dark secrets in your ear.
First off, the title track “Addicted” is basically what happens when someone feeds a synthesizer too much caffeine and locks it in a basement rave. The bassline? Sticky as syrup. The beat? Relentless. It’s one of those tracks where you forget you have neighbors until they start banging on the walls because you’ve been nodding your head so hard for six minutes straight. I mean, who needs therapy when you’ve got this kind of pulse-pounding chaos to drown out life’s nonsense?
Then there’s another banger—I won’t name names here, but trust me, it slaps just as hard. Imagine if robots decided to throw a party in a dystopian warehouse, and all they had were vintage drum machines and some serious attitude issues. That’s the vibe. Acid squelches pop up like little gremlins, teasing your eardrums while the kick drums march forward like they own the damn place. Honestly, it’s impossible not to move to this stuff—it’s like your body gets hijacked by alien groove overlords.
What makes Addicted stick (pun totally intended) is how raw and unapologetic it feels. There’s no fluff, no overproduced nonsense—just pure, gritty electronic goodness dripping with personality. AIROD clearly doesn’t care about fitting into any neat little box; instead, he smashes said box into tiny pieces and builds something way cooler out of the scraps.
Reflection time: Listening to Addicted feels like getting lost in Dublin at night—not the touristy bits, mind you, but the gritty corners where shadows dance weirdly under flickering streetlights. And honestly? That’s exactly why we need more albums like this. Because sometimes, perfection is boring, and imperfection is where the magic lives.
Oh, and P.S., if you ever find yourself craving a soundtrack for your next existential crisis, look no further. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when your cat gives you judgmental stares for playing it at 3 a.m.
