Album Review: Ops by Beta Boy
Alright, let’s talk about Ops by Beta Boy, an Italian gem dropped in 2017 under the House Traxx label. If you’re into Electronic and Dance music with a solid House, Tech House, and Electro vibe, this one might just wiggle its way into your playlist—and maybe even your brain.
The album only has two tracks: Ops (Black Mix) and Ops (White Mix). At first glance, it feels kinda minimalistic, right? But don’t let that fool ya. These tracks pack a punch.
Let’s start with Ops (Black Mix)—this one hits hard. It’s dark, moody, and dripping with attitude. The bassline is like a heartbeat on steroids, steady but unpredictable. You can tell Beta Boy wasn’t messing around when he crafted this banger. I remember spinning this track during a late-night drive once, windows down, city lights blurring past—it felt cinematic, like the soundtrack to some underground thriller movie you didn’t know you were starring in. That kick drum? Chef’s kiss.
Then there’s Ops (White Mix), which flips the script completely. While the Black Mix is all shadowy vibes, this one leans brighter, almost playful. The synths are sharper, the groove more upbeat. It’s the kind of track that makes you wanna move, whether you’re on a dancefloor or just stuck folding laundry at home. There’s something infectious about how it builds up and drops—not too flashy, but enough to keep you hooked. Honestly, I’ve caught myself humming it randomly while brushing my teeth. Weird flex, but true.
What stands out about Ops is how Beta Boy uses contrast between these two mixes. It’s not just “hey here’s a remix,” but more like “here’s two totally different moods built from the same DNA.” And honestly? That’s kinda cool. It’s simple yet layered, stripped-back yet full of personality. Plus, coming from Italy—a country known for its love affair with dance music—it carries this effortless swagger that feels authentic.
So yeah, if you’re hunting for something fresh (well, fresh for 2017) to spice up your collection, give Ops a spin. Sure, it’s only two tracks, but sometimes less really is more. Final thought? Listening to this album feels like finding a hidden door in a club—you think you’ve seen it all, then BAM, there’s another world waiting for you. Who knew Italy had such sneaky beats hiding in plain sight?
