Timberland Boots by Crooks The Blood Roots: A Tech House Gem That Still Kicks
Let’s get one thing straight—when you stumble across an album like Timberland Boots by Crooks The Blood Roots, it’s not just music; it’s a vibe. Released back in 2007 outta Italy (yeah, the land of pizza and pasta), this little nugget of tech house gold flew under most radars because, well, it wasn’t on some big flashy label. Nope. It came out on "Not On Label," which is kinda perfect for its underground charm. And honestly? I’m glad it did. This record feels raw, unfiltered, and real.
The genre here is electronic, but more specifically, tech house—a style that loves to mess with your head while making your feet move. Tracks like “The Way We Are” and “Love To Edit” are burned into my brain, not because they’re overly complicated or trying too hard, but because they hit you right where it counts.
Take “The Way We Are,” for example. From the first beat, it grabs you by the collar and says, “Hey, listen up!” There’s this hypnotic rhythm that builds slowly, layering sounds until you’re completely lost in it. Like, you don’t even realize how deep you’re in until the track drops again, and suddenly you’re nodding your head like a bobblehead doll stuck on overdrive. It’s minimalistic but packs a punch—you know what I mean? You can almost picture yourself in some dimly lit Italian club, surrounded by strangers who somehow feel like friends because everyone’s vibing together.
Then there’s “Love To Edit.” Oh man, this one’s cheeky as hell. The title alone gives it away—it’s playful, flirty, and doesn’t take itself too seriously. But damn if those edits don’t slap. Every loop and tweak feels intentional, like the artist was having the time of their life putting it together. There’s this moment halfway through where everything drops out except for this bouncy bassline, and you’re left thinking, “Wait…is that it?” But then BAM, it all comes rushing back in, and you’re grinning like an idiot. It’s infectious. It’s fun. It’s exactly what good dance music should be.
Now, let’s talk about “Discommunication” briefly, even though I haven’t mentioned it yet. If anything, this track reminds me of miscommunication in real life—those awkward silences, missed signals, and moments where nothing quite lines up. But instead of being frustrating, it’s oddly satisfying, like hearing static on a radio and finding beauty in the chaos.
Here’s the thing about Timberland Boots: it’s not gonna change your life or anything dramatic like that. But it’ll make you appreciate the little things—the grooves, the textures, the way sound can transport you somewhere else entirely. And isn’t that what music’s supposed to do?
Final thought? Listening to this album makes me want to dig up my old pair of Timberlands and stomp around in ‘em. Maybe that’s why they named it that. Or maybe they just really liked boots. Who knows? Either way, it works.
