DOOMED TO DISPOSSESSION by Assassani: A Techno Odyssey That’ll Melt Your Face Off (and Maybe Your Soul Too)
Alright, buckle up, because DOOMED TO DISPOSSESSION is one of those albums that hits you like an overcaffeinated DJ at 4 a.m.—in the best way possible. Released in 2022 by Spanish techno wizard Assassani under the Demonodrome label, this sucker doesn’t just dip its toes into the techno pool; it cannonballs straight into the deep end with all the grace of a drunk robot.
Let’s break it down real quick. The album’s got seven tracks, but don’t expect them to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. These are bangers designed to rattle your ribcage and make you question if you’re still alive or trapped in some neon-lit dystopia. Spoiler alert: You won’t care either way.
Now, onto the goods. I’ve gotta shout out two tracks that stuck in my brain like gum on a hot sidewalk. First up, “A Blaze In Thee Sovthern Sky.” Yeah, I know, there’s something funky about the spelling of “thee,” but who am I to judge? This track slaps harder than your ex’s rejection text. It starts off with this creeping bassline that feels like someone sneaking up behind you in a dark alley, then BAM—drops so hard it could wake the dead. Or put ‘em back to sleep, depending on how much coffee you’ve had. By the time the synths kick in, you’re not just listening anymore; you’re living it. Like, full-on Matrix-style bullet-dodging vibes.
Then there’s “Hyperherrschaft.” Say THAT five times fast after a few beers. This one’s got teeth. The beat punches you right in the gut while these glitchy little sounds skitter around like spiders on Red Bull. There’s this weirdly hypnotic rhythm happening that makes you wanna move—but also maybe cry? IDK, techno does that sometimes. Anyway, halfway through, it takes this unexpected turn into what I can only describe as “cyberpunk church music.” Wild, right? But somehow it works. Like peanut butter and sriracha—it shouldn’t, but holy crap, it absolutely does.
The rest of the album keeps the energy cranked to eleven, though I will admit I lost count of how many times “Daedrik Ironfist” showed up. Twice? Thrice? Who cares when it’s this good? Each track has its own flavor of chaos, blending pounding beats with eerie atmospheres that scream “Spain knows how to throw a rave.”
So yeah, DOOMED TO DISPOSSESSION isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking for chill background music to sip chamomile tea to, keep scrolling. But if you want an album that grabs you by the collar and drags you kicking and screaming into the void, Assassani’s got your number.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like being abducted by aliens who only communicate through dance moves. And honestly, I’m here for it.
