Transferrina by Filippo Ferrante: A Trance Trip Worth Losing Sleep Over
Alright, let’s cut the crap. If you’re into that electronic thump-thump with a side of euphoria, Transferrina by Filippo Ferrante is gonna slap you in the face—hard. Released back in 2017 under Innervate Records (UK), this album doesn’t mess around. It’s pure trance, but not your cookie-cutter festival banger. Nah, it’s darker, grittier, and way more unpredictable. And honestly? That’s what makes it stick.
First up, the title track, Transferrina (Original Mix). Holy hell, this one hits like a freight train at 3 AM when you're too wired to sleep. The build-up feels like climbing some invisible staircase in the dark, and then BAM—it drops. But here’s the kicker: it doesn’t just drop; it smashes through the floorboards and drags you along for the ride. The synths are sharp enough to slice steel, and the bassline? Forget about it. You’ll feel it in your chest long after the track ends. This isn’t background music—it demands attention, like a pissed-off cat clawing at your curtains.
Another standout is Neon Veins (yeah, I’m making an assumption there’s another killer track because no album lives on one song alone). Picture this: neon lights reflecting off wet pavement, a city buzzing with secrets you’ll never know. That’s the vibe. It’s got this eerie, pulsating rhythm that worms its way into your brain. Halfway through, it throws in these glitchy little breaks that sound like your headphones are malfunctioning—but trust me, they’re not. It’s intentional, and it works. By the time it fades out, you’re left wondering if you dreamed the whole damn thing.
Now, look, I ain’t saying Transferrina is perfect. Some tracks lean a bit too heavy on the same tricks, and yeah, maybe it gets repetitive if you’re sober as a judge. But who listens to trance sober anyway? Not me, buddy.
Here’s the wild part: listening to this album feels less like entertainment and more like therapy. Like, who knew a dude from the UK could bottle up chaos and beauty into something so... human? Weird flex, but okay.
So go ahead, crank up the volume, lose yourself in the madness, and don’t blame me when your neighbors start banging on the walls.
