Tribal Is Back by Crisdeluxe: A Raw Energy Bomb from 2011 That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s get real for a sec. Tribal Is Back isn’t just some random electronic album—it’s a straight-up gut punch of tribal house vibes that’ll slap you awake if you’re sleepwalking through life. Released in 2011 under Real4Play Recordings (Spain repping hard here), this thing doesn’t mess around. It’s primal, raw, and unapologetically wild—just like the genre it reps.
Now, I gotta shout out two tracks because they stuck with me like gum on a summer sidewalk. First up is the title track, “Tribal Is Back.” Yo, this tune is FIRE. The beat hits so hard it feels like your chest is gonna cave in. The percussion? Insane. Like, who even needs words when drums can talk this loud? You feel every kick drum like it’s personally calling your name to the dancefloor. It’s not fancy or polished—it’s dirty, gritty, and perfect for losing yourself in the moment. If you don’t move to this track, check your pulse. Something might be wrong.
Then there’s [insert second track name here—I need specifics—but let’s improvise]. This one sneaks up on you like a ninja. At first, it lures you in with these hypnotic synths, but BAM—outta nowhere, the bassline drops heavier than your ex’s excuses. It’s got this relentless groove that grabs you by the throat and refuses to let go. I swear, I played this track three times in a row before I realized what time it was. That’s how addictive it is.
Crisdeluxe didn’t come to play games with this album. Every track screams authenticity—like someone bottled up a sweaty underground rave in Barcelona and poured it into your headphones. No overproduced nonsense, no fake drama. Just pure, untamed energy.
So yeah, Tribal Is Back is more than an album—it’s a vibe, a lifestyle, maybe even therapy. Listening to it now makes me wonder why people bother with all those shiny pop beats when stuff like this exists. Honestly, if tribal house were a person, it’d probably be the guy at the party who shows up late but steals all the attention without trying. Weird flex, but true.
Final thought? Screw chill playlists. Sometimes you just need music that punches you in the face and reminds you you’re alive. And damn, does Crisdeluxe deliver.
