Live Is Life by Bukaddor & Fishbeck: A Techno Beast That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, buckle up, because Live Is Life by Bukaddor & Fishbeck is one of those albums that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Released in 2008 outta Germany on My Best Friend label, this sucker’s a no-nonsense trip through techno, minimal, and tech house vibes. And yeah, it’s still bangin’. No fluff here—just raw beats designed to make your brain rattle and your feet move.
First off, gotta talk about the title track, "Live Is Life." This isn’t some soft intro; nah, it slaps you awake with its relentless groove. The bassline grinds like a rusty machine while these glitchy fills pop in and out like they’re daring you to keep up. It's got that minimal vibe but layered enough to feel alive. Like, every time I hear it, I’m reminded why I fell in love with electronic music in the first place—it’s stripped-down yet insanely complex. You can tell Baggy Bukaddor and Tim Fishbeck weren’t messin’ around when they wrote this beast. Every element feels intentional, like they knew exactly how to jack up the energy without overdoing it.
Then there’s “Mr. Floppy.” What even IS this track? It’s wild—a chaotic swirl of bleeps, bloops, and kick drums so sharp they could cut glass. There’s something hypnotic about how it builds tension, drops into madness, then pulls back just enough to tease you again. Honestly, it’s kinda unhinged, but in the best way possible. Whenever this comes on at a party (if you're lucky), people either lose their minds or stand there confused. Either reaction works for me.
What makes this album stick? Maybe it’s the fact that Bukaddor & Fishbeck didn’t try to reinvent the wheel—they just made the damn thing spin faster. These guys crushed it as producers and writers, delivering two tracks that hit hard and stay stuck in your head long after the needle lifts. Even the lacquer cut by K adds this crispness that screams quality. Props where props are due.
But here’s the kicker—the whole thing leaves you wanting more. Just two tracks? Really? Feels like they were holding back, teasing us with brilliance but refusing to give the full meal. Maybe that’s genius, maybe it’s frustrating. Who knows?
So yeah, Live Is Life might be short, but it packs a punch harder than most full-length albums from that era. If you haven’t heard it yet, fix that ASAP. Oh, and one last thing—if you ever see someone cutting shapes on the dancefloor to “Mr. Floppy,” don’t interrupt them. They’re probably communing with aliens or something. Trust me.
