Megablast Spenza RMX by Bomb The Bass: A Retro-Futuristic Banger That Still Slaps
Alright, let’s talk about Megablast Spenza RMX by Bomb The Bass. Released in 2008 under the Kwik Snax label outta Germany, this album is pure electro goodness with a vibe that screams “cyberpunk arcade on a Friday night.” It’s not trying to reinvent the wheel, but damn if it doesn’t make you wanna spin around in your swivel chair like you’re hacking into something important.
First off, the title track—Megablast (Spenza RMX)—is where the magic happens. Produced by Stephan Bolch and written by Tim Simeon, this remix hits harder than your first sip of coffee after pulling an all-nighter. The beat? Relentless. The synths? So sharp they could cut glass. And Justin Boreland’s vocals? Dude sounds like he just stepped outta some neon-lit alleyway, ready to drop wisdom or start a dance-off. His voice has this kinda raw edge that sticks with you, like gum on the bottom of your sneaker. You can’t shake it, and honestly, why would you want to?
Another standout moment is when the track dips into these glitchy little breakdowns—it’s like the music glitches for half a second, and suddenly you're transported to another dimension. Not gonna lie, I’ve rewound that part more times than I care to admit. There’s something oddly satisfying about how chaotic yet controlled it feels, y’know? Like life itself but set to a killer beat.
Now, sure, this isn’t gonna be everyone’s cup of techno tea. If you’re looking for emotional ballads or acoustic guitars, keep walking. But if you dig electronic bangers that feel like they were cooked up in a secret lab somewhere, this one's for you. It’s got that old-school electro energy mixed with modern production tricks—a total win-win situation.
Reflecting on this album now, years later, it kinda makes me think about how timeless certain sounds can be. Electro music like this doesn’t age; it just gets cooler with time, like leather jackets or high-top sneakers. Honestly, listening to Megablast Spenza RMX feels like finding a forgotten floppy disk and realizing it holds the cheat codes to life—or at least to having a really good time.
Oh, and here’s the unexpected bit: every time I hear this album, I get cravings for gummy bears. No clue why. Maybe it’s the German connection? Who knows. But hey, if an album can make you wanna boogie AND snack, job well done, right?
