Alright, buckle up. Cino’s Sleeping Pattern isn’t just another Drum n Bass album—it’s a punch to the gut that leaves you breathless and begging for more. Released in 2014 under Murda Sound Recordings (UK), this thing hits hard where it counts. It’s got that electronic-dance DNA but twists it into something raw, restless, and kinda unhinged. Let’s dive straight into why this album sticks like gum on a hot sidewalk.
First up: “False Assumptions (Cino Remix).” Damn. This track is an absolute beast. From the moment those beats drop, you’re not just listening—you’re living it. The bassline growls at you like a pissed-off pitbull, while the chopped-up synths spiral outta control. You can tell Cino wasn’t messing around here; he took whatever source material existed before and torched it, rebuilding it into his own chaotic masterpiece. What makes this one unforgettable? It doesn’t let you sit still. One second you’re nodding your head, the next you’re throwing elbows in an imaginary mosh pit. Shit gets real.
Then there’s “Hypnotised,” which flips the script entirely. If “False Assumptions” is all chaos and fury, this track lures you in with its sneaky groove. It starts off slow—almost too slow—but then BAM, the rhythm locks in, and suddenly you’re trapped. Trapped in some kind of euphoric trance where time doesn’t exist anymore. The way Cino layers those shimmering melodies over relentless drums? Genius. By the time the track fades out, you’re left staring blankly at the wall, wondering what just happened. Like… did I black out? Feels like it.
Now, don’t get me wrong—“Sleeping Pattern” and “Hold Back” slap too, but they don’t hit as hard as these two monsters. Still, the whole album flows together like one big fever dream. No fillers, no lazy moments. Just pure, uncut energy from start to finish.
Here’s the kicker though: after blasting through Sleeping Pattern, I couldn’t help but think about how much music has changed since 2014. Back then, albums like this felt dangerous, unpredictable. Nowadays? Everything sounds so... safe. Maybe that’s why this record still feels fresh almost a decade later. Or maybe I’m just trippin’. Either way, Cino didn’t just make an album—he made a weapon. And damn if it ain’t still sharp as hell.
