Seclusion by Dither: When Beats Go Deep and Weird (But in a Good Way)
Alright, buckle up. We’re diving into Seclusion, the 2016 brainchild of Dutch electronic wizard Dither. Released under Heresy Records, this album is like that one friend who shows up to a party wearing neon socks and mismatched shoes—odd at first glance but oddly unforgettable once you get to know them. It’s got Drum n Bass vibes with Hardcore sneaking in like an uninvited guest who somehow fits perfectly.
Let’s talk tracks, shall we? First up, "FOWYC." No clue what it stands for—I mean, maybe “Freaking Out With Your Cat”? Who knows. But man, this track hits hard. The beat starts off all jittery, like your morning coffee buzz gone rogue, then slams into these crunchy basslines that feel like someone took a sledgehammer to your eardrums (in the best way). What sticks with me? Those glitchy little breaks where it feels like the song’s having an existential crisis before snapping back into place. It’s chaotic, sure, but also kinda genius. Like when you accidentally spill glitter everywhere and suddenly think, “Wow, this could be art.”
Then there’s "Drumming Song." Now, don’t let the name fool you—it ain’t no folksy campfire jam. This thing is relentless. Imagine being chased through a cyberpunk jungle by robots armed with subwoofers. That’s “Drumming Song” in a nutshell. The percussion here doesn’t just knock; it straight-up demolishes. Every kick drum feels like a punch to the chest, and those high hats? They’re so sharp they might as well come with a warning label. I remember this track because halfway through, there’s this weird, almost tribal breakdown that makes you wanna grab a stick and start banging on anything nearby. Not that I did that… okay, fine, I totally did.
So yeah, Seclusion isn’t perfect. Some parts are messy, others overly intense, but hey—that’s kind of the charm. It’s not trying to be everyone’s cup of tea. Instead, it’s more like that super strong espresso shot you didn’t ask for but secretly needed.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like stepping into Dither’s own little world—a place where rules go to die and beats reign supreme. Honestly, if aliens ever invade Earth, I’d blast this album from the rooftops just to confuse them. Maybe they’d leave us alone out of sheer bewilderment. Either way, mission accomplished, Dither.
