Hold Your Gun Babylon: Fed’s Jungle Rager That Still Slaps in 2023
Yo, let’s get one thing straight—Fed’s Hold Your Gun Babylon ain’t your average electronic snoozefest. This Taiwanese beast of an album dropped back in 2012 on Sociopath Recordings, and if you’re into Jungle, this is the kinda record that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s raw, it’s relentless, and honestly? It’s kinda unhinged in all the right ways.
First off, “Apache 2012” hits like a punch to the face. Like, damn. You know how some tracks just sit there like background noise? Not this one. The breakbeats are chopped so sharp they could cut glass, and the bassline feels like it’s crawling up your spine. There’s no chill here—it's pure chaos with precision. Every time I hear it, I’m reminded why Jungle still matters. This track doesn’t ask for attention; it demands it. By the halfway mark, you’re either sweating bullets or questioning your life choices. Either way, mission accomplished.
Then there’s “Purple Haze,” but don’t think Jimi Hendrix vibes—this is darker, nastier. The synths sound like they’re glitching out on purpose, and the rhythm switches up so fast you barely have time to breathe. It’s disorienting as hell, but in the best possible way. If you’re not nodding your head hard enough to snap your neck, you’re doing it wrong. Tracks like this stick because they don’t try too hard to be perfect—they just exist to destroy any sense of calm you walked in with.
The rest of the album keeps the energy high, though stuff like “General F” and “Cpaciag” lean more experimental. Honestly, sometimes it works, other times it feels like Fed was just messing around in the studio after one too many coffees. But hey, even the weaker moments still slap harder than half the polished garbage flooding Spotify these days.
So yeah, Hold Your Gun Babylon might’ve come from Taiwan almost a decade ago, but it sounds like it was made for sweaty underground raves in 2099. It’s not flawless, but who gives a damn? Perfection’s boring anyway. What makes this album unforgettable is its refusal to play nice. It’s loud, messy, and unapologetically wild—and we need more music like that.
Oh, and fun fact: apparently Fed used to DJ at illegal parties where the cops showed up regularly. Guess that explains the title. Bet he laughed his ass off naming this thing.
