Retroversion by Counterfly: A Sonic Sledgehammer to the Skull
Alright, buckle up. This ain’t your grandma’s chill-out playlist. Retroversion, the 2018 brainchild of Germany’s Counterfly, hits like a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire. It’s industrial, it’s dubstep, it’s ambient—it’s all over the damn place but somehow glued together with this grimy, dystopian vibe that sticks to your brain like gum on a hot day.
First off, let’s talk about "Back To Logic." Holy hell, this track is an absolute beast. The beat stomps in like some pissed-off android marching through a factory floor, while these eerie synths swirl around you like toxic fog. You can tell Counterfly wasn’t messing around here—they built this thing to crush. The drop? Brutal. Like getting sucker-punched by something mechanical yet oddly beautiful. Every time I hear it, I feel like I’ve been thrown into a cyberpunk fever dream where nothing makes sense except for the fact that everything hurts so good.
Then there’s "Under The Shell." If “Back To Logic” is the sledgehammer, this one’s more like a slow, creeping infection. It starts subtle—almost too quiet—but don’t let that fool you. By the halfway mark, it’s spiraling into this chaotic mess of distorted basslines and glitchy madness. And those little melodic flickers? They’re just enough to keep you hooked without softening the blow. Honestly, I think this track might be haunted. No joke. There are moments when it feels like someone—or something—is whispering right behind you.
The rest of the album isn’t slouching either. Tracks like “Nobody Hates Parks” and “Flattened” bring their own brand of sonic chaos, each carving out its own slice of electronic mayhem. But honestly, after hearing “Back To Logic” and “Under The Shell,” my ears were already ringing like I’d spent six hours at a warehouse rave.
Oh, and props to Counterfly for handling the artwork themselves. It fits perfectly—a gritty, neon-soaked nightmare that screams “DO NOT ENTER” even though you know deep down you’re gonna walk right in anyway.
So yeah, Retroversion. Not for the faint-hearted or anyone who likes their music nice and tidy. This album punches hard, fucks with your head, and leaves you wondering if robots secretly have feelings. Or maybe they just hate us. Either way, it’s wild as hell.
And hey, fun fact: listening to this album feels kind of like eating expired sushi. Dangerous, kinda gross, but weirdly addictive once you get past the initial shock. Just saying.
