Album Review: Those Monday Mornings by DCT Crew & 303%Zuur
If you’re into electronic music with a sharp acidic bite, Those Monday Mornings by DCT Crew and 303%Zuur might just be your next obsession. Released back in 2003 under the Netherlands-based "Not On Label," this acid-heavy gem is an unfiltered dive into raw beats and squelchy synths that feel like they’ve been pulled straight outta some smoky underground club.
The album’s two tracks—yeah, only two—are short but pack a punch. "Part One" kicks things off with a relentless bassline that worms its way into your brain. It’s one of those tunes where you can almost picture someone tweaking knobs on an old Roland TB-303 until it screams for mercy. The energy here feels urgent, almost chaotic, but there’s a weird kind of beauty in how messy it gets. You don’t listen to this track; you experience it. By the time the distorted melodies kick in, you’ll either wanna dance or run for cover—it’s that intense.
Then there’s "Part Two," which flips the vibe slightly. This one leans more hypnotic, pulling you deeper into its swirling vortex of sound. There’s something about the way the layers build up slowly—it’s not trying too hard to impress, but somehow it does anyway. I remember this track because it has these little moments where everything drops out except for a lone synth line, leaving you hanging before slamming back in. Feels like catching your breath mid-storm, only to get hit again. Sneaky move, guys.
What sticks with me most about Those Monday Mornings isn’t just the music itself—it’s the attitude behind it. These guys didn’t overthink it. They made something raw, imperfect, and totally authentic. And honestly? That’s rare as hell these days. Sure, the production could’ve used a bit more polish, but maybe that’s the point. Sometimes, rough edges make all the difference.
Final thought: Listening to this album feels like waking up after a wild night out, still buzzing from the night before. Except instead of regretting last night's decisions, you're kinda stoked to do it all over again. Oddly enough, it makes Mondays seem less terrible. Who knew acid house could do that?
