Psycho Anal Ysis by Bulldozerman & Christ Album: A Wild Sonic Ride That Sticks With You
Alright, let me just say this upfront—Psycho Anal Ysis isn’t for everyone. This 2017 Swedish brainchild of Bulldozerman & Christ Album is a chaotic blend of Alternative and Electronic madness, with styles like Experimental, Breakcore, Electro, and Abstract all mashed together in ways that feel both intentional and gloriously unhinged. Released under Digital Vomit (a name that fits perfectly), it’s the kind of album that makes you question if your headphones are haunted or if these guys just have too much fun pressing buttons randomly.
But here’s the thing—it works. Like, really works. It’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes downright bizarre, but there’s an energy to it that grabs hold of you and doesn’t let go. Let me break down two tracks that stuck with me because, honestly, they’re unforgettable.
First up: "Hejfaderittan." Oh man, where do I even start? The track hits you like a sugar rush on steroids—one second you're vibing to some weird electro groove, and the next, it sounds like someone dropped a blender full of broken glass into a rave. There’s this relentless beat that keeps pushing forward, almost daring you to keep up. And those vocals? They’re chopped up so hard it feels like listening to a robot having an existential crisis. But somehow, it’s catchy as hell. I found myself humming bits of it hours later, which is wild considering how chaotic it is. It’s not “pretty” music—it’s raw, unfiltered emotion wrapped in layers of digital distortion. Love it or hate it, you won’t forget it.
Then there’s "Inferior M.B. Disco," aka Inferior Mario Brothers Disco. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if Luigi traded his plumber hat for a DJ set at a dystopian underground club, this is your answer. It’s got this retro Nintendo vibe mixed with pounding breakbeats and glitchy synths that sound like they’re falling apart mid-song. Every time I listen to it, I picture pixelated mushrooms bouncing around while lasers shoot everywhere. It’s ridiculous, over-the-top, and completely addictive. By the end, I was laughing and headbanging simultaneously—a combo I didn’t know I needed in my life.
The rest of the album follows suit, flipping between genres and moods faster than you can process them. Tracks like “Rokkemecokke (Solypsis remix)” and “Wannabee2” bring their own flavor of insanity, while remixes sprinkle extra chaos into the mix. Some songs repeat titles (Massaandra, anyone?), but instead of feeling lazy, it adds to the whole “we don’t care about rules” vibe.
Here’s the kicker though—listening to Psycho Anal Ysis feels less like enjoying music and more like surviving a fever dream. It’s exhausting, exhilarating, and occasionally confusing, but damn if it isn’t memorable. At one point during “Deckar80,” I swear my cat gave me a look like, “What is wrong with you?” And maybe she had a point. But hey, isn’t that what art’s supposed to do? Make you feel something—even if that something is slightly deranged?
So yeah, this album probably won’t win any Grammys, and your grandma might not get it, but who cares? Psycho Anal Ysis is proof that music doesn’t always need to make sense to be brilliant. Just don’t play it at family dinners unless you want awkward silence followed by judgmental stares. Trust me on that one.
