Album Review: Untitled by Asha – The 1996 Gem You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s get one thing straight: Asha’s Untitled album from 1996 is kinda like that friend who shows up uninvited but ends up being the life of the party. It’s got this weird mix of Electronic and Hip Hop vibes, with a splash of House and Euro House styles that just shouldn’t work—but somehow do. Released under Sybersound Productions (ever heard of ‘em? No? Same.), this US-born record feels like it time-traveled from an alternate dimension where rave culture and boombox battles coexisted peacefully.
Now, onto the tracks. First up, “You Can’t Buy My Love.” Man, if this doesn’t slap in all the right ways, I don’t know what does. It’s got this hypnotic beat that sneaks up on you, like when your cat decides to sit on your keyboard mid-email. The vocals are smooth as butter, layered over synths that sound like they were pulled straight out of a neon-lit dance floor in some forgotten underground club. You’ll find yourself humming it while pretending to be cool at the grocery store. Trust me, I’ve been there.
Then there’s “Klub Foot,” which is basically the musical equivalent of wearing oversized sunglasses indoors—it’s bold, a little ridiculous, and totally unforgettable. This track slaps harder than a toddler throwing a tantrum in a candy aisle. The bassline punches you right in the chest, and those quirky samples? Chef’s kiss. If you’re not nodding along after 30 seconds, check your pulse—you might be dead.
The other two tracks, “Let Me Be The One” and “I Still Love You,” round out the album nicely, though they lean more into chill territory. They’re the kind of songs you’d play during a late-night drive when you’re feeling introspective but still wanna keep the energy alive. Solid, but not quite as memorable as the first two bangers.
Here’s the kicker: listening to Untitled feels like stepping into a time capsule filled with forgotten treasures. It’s raw, unpolished, and delightfully imperfect—like a Polaroid photo someone left in the sun too long. And honestly, isn’t that what makes music special? Not every album needs to reinvent the wheel; sometimes, it just needs to make you move and leave you thinking, “Damn, why haven’t I heard this before?”
So, here’s my hot take: Asha’s Untitled deserves way more love than it gets. Go dig it up on whatever streaming service hasn’t forgotten about it yet. Just promise me you won’t blame me when you catch yourself dancing alone in your kitchen at 2 AM.
