Album Review: Don’t Let Go by BC & Ben-H V's Kye Shand – A Wild Ride Through Hard Trance Chaos
Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving into Don’t Let Go, the 2012 electronic banger from BC, Ben-H, and Kye Shand. Released under B2T Recordings in the UK, this album is basically a caffeine shot for your ears if you're into Hard Trance and Hard House. Spoiler alert: it’s not for the faint-hearted—or anyone trying to relax after a long day. Nope, this thing grabs you by the collar and yells, “DANCE NOW OR ELSE.”
Let’s talk about the titular track, Don’t Let Go. If I had to describe it in three words? Relentless. Energetic. Addictive. The beat hits like someone just spilled Red Bull on your speakers (in a good way). It’s got that classic hard trance vibe—pounding kicks, euphoric synths, and enough energy to power a small village. You know those moments at a rave where everyone loses their minds? Yeah, this track would be playing during one of those. What sticks with me most is how unapologetically chaotic it feels without losing its groove. Like, sure, my brain was begging for mercy halfway through, but my feet? They couldn’t stop moving.
Then there’s another standout (though unnamed in the info provided), which slaps just as hard. Let’s call it Track X because why not. This sucker sneaks up on you with these hypnotic basslines that feel like they’re crawling inside your skull—which sounds creepy, but trust me, it’s awesome. There’s something oddly satisfying about how rough around the edges it feels; it’s polished enough to sound professional but raw enough to remind you these guys are legit producers who know how to have fun. BC, Ben-H, and Kye Shand clearly weren’t here to make elevator music—and thank god for that.
The whole project screams early '10s nostalgia, when EDM wasn’t drowning in mainstream clichés yet. Listening to this feels like rediscovering an old festival wristband stuck in your jacket pocket—a little dusty, maybe slightly embarrassing, but oh-so-sweet once you remember the vibes.
So yeah, Don’t Let Go might not change your life or win any Grammys, but damn if it doesn’t leave a mark. By the end of the album, you’ll either be drenched in sweat or questioning every life choice that led you here. Either way, mission accomplished.
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth, we should blast this album at them. They’d either surrender immediately or start headbanging. Both outcomes seem pretty solid to me.
