Album Review: Glow by Asprai – A Trance Odyssey You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into Glow, the 2015 trance masterpiece from Russian producer Asprai, released under the Elliptical Sun Recordings label. If you’re into electronic music that makes your soul feel like it’s floating through a neon-lit galaxy, this one might just hit the spot.
First off, let’s talk about the title track, Glow. It’s not just a song—it’s an experience. The buildup is so smooth it feels like being handed a warm cup of coffee on a freezing morning (or maybe that’s just me projecting). But then BAM! The drop hits, and suddenly you’re no longer in your living room; you’re at some underground rave in Siberia where everyone’s wearing reflective sunglasses for no apparent reason. There’s something magical about how Asprai layers those synths—it’s like he took all the colors of the rainbow, turned them into sound waves, and slapped them onto a beat that refuses to quit. Honestly, I’ve listened to this track three times today already, and my cat is starting to look concerned.
Then there’s Glow (Original Mix)—yeah, same name but trust me, it’s different enough to deserve its own shoutout. This version takes the vibe of the first track and cranks it up a notch. Imagine if the original was your cool older sibling, and this remix is their even cooler friend who knows all the best clubs. The bassline here has more swagger than I do on a good day, and the melodies are so catchy they’ll haunt your dreams (in a good way). Pro tip: don’t listen to this while trying to adult—it’s way too distracting when you’re supposed to be filing taxes or pretending to care during Zoom meetings.
Asprai clearly knows his stuff when it comes to crafting tunes that make you want to move, think, and possibly cry happy tears all at once. And props to Elliptical Sun Recordings for giving this gem a home—it’s like they knew exactly what the world needed without us even realizing it.
So yeah, Glow isn’t perfect (what album is?), but it’s got personality oozing out of every beat. Listening to it feels like having a heart-to-heart with someone who really gets you, except instead of words, you’re communicating via pulsating basslines and shimmering arpeggios. Weird? Maybe. Beautiful? Absolutely.
And now for the unexpected remark: after spinning this album, I’m convinced Asprai could write a trance anthem for literally anything—even doing laundry—and I’d still blast it in my headphones. That’s talent right there, folks.
