Album Review: What You Runnin Away From by CLSM Feat Effie
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into What You Runnin Away From, the 2013 banger from CLSM and Effie. This UK-born electronic beast is a wild ride through hardcore and breakbeat vibes that’ll have your eardrums doing somersaults. Released via CLSM’s own label (props for keeping it indie), this album feels like someone took a blender to a rave, poured the chaos into a bottle, and slapped a sticker on it saying, “Drink me if you dare.”
Now, let’s talk tracks. The title track, What You Runnin Away From, hits hard right outta the gate. It’s got that classic breakbeat shuffle, all jittery drums and basslines so thick they could double as cement. But what really sticks? Effie’s vocals. She doesn’t just sing—she commands attention like she’s auditioning to be the queen of dystopian dance floors. Her voice cuts through the chaos with a mix of sass and soul, making you wonder exactly who or what she’s chasing down. Spoiler alert: it might be you.
Then there’s another standout—I won’t name names, but trust me, it slaps. Picture this: a drop so nasty it makes your speakers blush, layered over beats that sound like they were stolen straight from an alien spaceship DJ booth. Every time I hear it, I half-expect Jeff Goldblum in a leather jacket to walk in yelling about intergalactic treaties. It’s one of those songs where you don’t know whether to mosh or start a cult. Either way, it’s unforgettable.
Look, here’s the thing about this album—it’s not perfect. Some transitions feel like tripping over your own shoelaces at a club, and yeah, maybe it gets a little too extra sometimes. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. In a world full of polished pop clones, What You Runnin Away From feels refreshingly raw, like a sweaty hug from someone who’s been dancing nonstop since ‘97.
Final thought? If aliens ever invade Earth and ask us to explain human music, I’d hand them this album. They’d either beam us aboard their ship for being geniuses or vaporize us immediately. Either way, job done. Cheers, CLSM and Effie—you weirdos made something special here. Now excuse me while I go recover from auditory whiplash.
