Minimaliptus Fruits by Brujo's Bowl: A Psychedelic Rollercoaster That Sticks With You
Let’s get one thing straight—this album isn’t for everyone. If you’re into chill acoustic vibes or predictable pop hooks, Minimaliptus Fruits will probably feel like someone threw a bucket of neon paint at your ears. But if you’re ready to dive headfirst into the swirling chaos of progressive trance, psy-trance, and dubstep, then buckle up, because Brujo's Bowl just might blow your mind.
Released in 2011 on Distant Tremor Records (UK), this gem feels like it was cooked up in some sort of sonic laboratory where Saxon Higgs—the mastermind behind the madness—decided to mix genres like they were ingredients in a witch’s cauldron. The result? An explosive cocktail that pulls you in, shakes you around, and spits you out somewhere entirely new. Oh, and let’s not forget Colin Bennun, who mastered the heck out of this thing, making every beat hit harder than it has any right to.
Now, I gotta talk about two tracks that stuck with me long after the headphones came off. First up is “Brujo’s Entheogenic Soup.” Man, what even IS this track?! It starts off all mysterious and woozy, like walking through a foggy forest at night. Then BAM! Outta nowhere, the bassline drops so hard it feels like gravity itself shifted. This tune is hypnotic but also kinda unsettling—like staring into a kaleidoscope while someone whispers secrets in your ear. Honestly, there were moments when I thought my brain might actually short-circuit from all the layers happening at once. And yet… I couldn’t stop hitting repeat. Weirdly addictive.
Then there’s “Do It... Get High…”, which is exactly as wild as its title suggests. This track hits different—it’s got this raw energy that grabs hold of you and doesn’t let go. The buildups are insane; they make you feel like you’re climbing a mountain only to realize halfway up that the summit keeps moving further away. When the drop finally comes, it’s less of a sound and more of an experience. Like, imagine standing in the middle of a rave inside a spaceship blasting off into another dimension. Yeah, it’s THAT intense. There’s something gloriously unhinged about how unapologetically chaotic this song gets, and I love it for that.
The artwork by Ayalien deserves a shoutout too—it’s trippy as hell, perfectly capturing the vibe of the music. It looks like what would happen if Salvador Dalí decided to design a dance floor poster while high on mushrooms. No complaints here.
So yeah, Minimaliptus Fruits is messy, overwhelming, and sometimes borderline ridiculous—but in the best possible way. Listening to it feels like stepping into a world where rules don’t apply and anything can happen. You’ll laugh, you’ll sweat, you might even question reality for a second—and honestly, isn’t that what great electronic music is supposed to do?
Here’s the kicker though: despite being over a decade old, this album still sounds fresh. Maybe it’s because we’ve been living in such weird times lately, but listening to Minimaliptus Fruits felt like reconnecting with an old friend who reminds you life doesn’t always have to make sense to be beautiful. Or maybe I’m just rambling now. Either way, give it a spin—you won’t regret it. Unless you hate fun. In which case, good luck out there.
