Review by Gui
Hysteria by DD IDOLS: A Witch House Acid Trip You Won’t Forget
Alright, let’s get this straight—DD IDOLS’ Hysteria isn’t your run-of-the-mill electronic album. Released in 2015 under the Russian label YOUTH 1984, this thing is a raw, glitchy nightmare wrapped in neon barbed wire. If you’re into Witch House, you already know what I’m talking about. It’s dark, it’s heavy, and it slaps harder than most stuff out there. Let me break it down for ya.
First off, “Give A Call.” Holy crap, this track hits like a sledgehammer to the skull. The beat is so damn hypnotic, it feels like someone's whispering secrets in your ear while dragging you through an abandoned factory at 3 AM. That distorted vocal loop? Yeah, it sticks with you. Like, don’t be surprised if you hear it echoing in your head when you least expect it. This song doesn’t just play—it invades.
Then there’s “Zombie.” Oh man, this one’s nasty. From the first second, it throws you into some kind of industrial purgatory where everything glitches and stutters but still bangs harder than anything on mainstream radio. The bassline alone could wake the dead (pun totally intended). What makes “Zombie” unforgettable is how chaotic it feels without losing its groove. It’s messy, sure, but that’s the point. It’s alive in all the right ways.
The rest of the album? Solid as hell. Tracks like “Dream About” and “Pony Star” keep the energy up, throwing curveballs left and right. But honestly, after hearing “Give A Call” and “Zombie,” the other songs feel more like shadows of those two monsters. Not bad shadows, though—just not as sharp.
Here’s the kicker: listening to Hysteria feels like getting lost in a cyberpunk fever dream. It’s ugly, haunting, and kinda beautiful all at once. And yeah, maybe that’s why it works so well. By the time the last note fades out, you realize you’ve been holding your breath for half the ride. Weird flex, but okay.
Final thought? This album proves Russia has more to offer than vodka and bleak winters. DD IDOLS made something here that bites back, something that lingers long after the music stops. Now go listen to it—but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
