Alright, let’s dive into Ravers Of The 90s by Deadly Nightshade. This album? It's like a time machine that throws you straight back to the sweaty, neon-lit rave culture of the UK in its prime. Released in 2017 on Xtrahard Records, it feels both nostalgic and fresh at the same time—a proper nod to breakbeat’s raw energy but with that modern twist. You can tell they weren’t just making music; they were trying to bottle up an era.
The title track, “Ravers Of The 90’s,” hits hard right outta the gate. I mean, it’s impossible not to move your feet when those rolling breaks kick in. There’s this gritty edge to the production—like someone took a vintage drum machine and gave it a shot of adrenaline. What sticks with me is how unapologetically chaotic it feels. Like, yeah, there are moments where everything drops out except for this warped synth line, and you’re left hanging for half a second before the bass slams back in. Feels kinda like being caught off guard at a party where everyone suddenly starts jumping at once. It’s messy, loud, and completely addictive.
Another banger worth mentioning is “Neon Pulse” (if my memory serves me right). This one sneaks up on ya. Starts off all moody and atmospheric, like walking through foggy streets after last night’s rave ended too soon. But then BAM—it flips into this euphoric drop that makes you wanna throw your hands up even if you're just sitting alone in your room. The melody has this dreamy quality, almost like hearing echoes of old school hardcore mixed with something futuristic. Honestly, I’ve replayed this track so many times I think I’ve worn out my speakers.
What gets me about this album is how Deadly Nightshake doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel—they just remind you why the damn thing spins so well. It’s got heart, grit, and enough nostalgia to make anyone who lived through the 90s misty-eyed. But here’s the kicker: as much as it pays homage to the past, it doesn’t feel stuck there. It pushes forward while pulling you back. Kinda poetic, huh?
Anyway, listening to this album made me realize something weird. Maybe we don’t rave anymore because the world got quieter or maybe…just maybe…the spirit of those wild nights is hiding somewhere in albums like this, waiting for us to press play. Or maybe I’m overthinking it and just need more coffee. Either way, Deadly Nightshade nailed it.
