Album Review: Come Here by Famiglias Mondellos
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into Come Here, the 2011 hardstyle banger from Italy’s own Famiglias Mondellos. Released under Detonation Recordings, this album is like that one friend who shows up uninvited but ends up being the life of the party. It’s raw, it’s loud, and it doesn’t care if your neighbors hate you for blasting it at 3 AM.
First off, let’s talk about the remix credits—Daniele Mondello and Express Viviana. These two didn’t just remix; they took the tracks and gave them a full-on Italian espresso shot of energy. You can practically smell the adrenaline when you hit play.
Now, onto the tracks. The title track, "Come Here (Daniele Mondello & Express Viviana Mix)", hits you like a freight train made of bass. It’s got that classic hardstyle kick drum that feels like it’s punching you in the chest—but in a good way, like when your buddy playfully shoves you to get your attention. The synths are sharp enough to cut glass, and there’s this cheeky little vocal sample that keeps looping, making you wanna shout “COME HERE!” back at your speakers. It’s unforgettable because it’s not just noise—it’s chaos with purpose.
Then there’s "Mister Bang (Daniele Mondello & Express Viviana Mix)". This one’s my personal favorite. Why? Because it sounds like what would happen if a robot had a crush on a rave. The melody is catchy as hell, bouncing around your brain long after the song ends. And those drops? Oh man, they’re like emotional rollercoasters wrapped in steel cables. If this track doesn’t make you move, check your pulse—you might be dead.
The whole vibe of Come Here is chaotic fun, like a night out in Milan where everyone speaks in hand gestures and no one takes themselves too seriously. It’s electronic music with personality, which is rare these days. Most albums feel like they were made by algorithms, but this? Nah, this was made by humans who probably ate too much pizza while producing it.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Come Here makes me wonder if hardstyle should come with a warning label—not for the listener, but for the furniture. My couch now has PTSD from all the headbanging sessions.
So yeah, give Come Here a spin if you want an album that’s equal parts ridiculous and brilliant. Just don’t blame me if your cat starts hiding under the bed every time you hit play.
