Album Review: Summer 2005 by Gorowski
Alright, let’s talk about Summer 2005 by Gorowski. This Dutch gem came out in—you guessed it—2005, and it’s one of those albums that just sneaks up on you. It’s jazz meets electronic, with a vibe that flips between Drum n Bass energy and Downtempo chill. Released under WM Recordings, this thing feels like a late-night drive through neon-lit streets or a lazy afternoon sprawled on the couch.
Now, there are 13 tracks here, but I’m gonna zoom in on two that stuck with me: “Pished Martian” and “Turtle Heaven.”
“Pished Martian” is wild. Like, WTF-is-happening-but-I-love-it wild. The track starts off all spacey, like you’re floating around some alien planet, then BAM—it drops into this groovy, glitchy beat that makes your head nod without permission. There’s something about how the synths swirl around; it’s like they’re drunk but still somehow pulling it together. Every time I hear it, I picture a cartoon martian stumbling around a disco. Weird? Yeah. But also awesome.
Then there’s “Turtle Heaven,” which is basically the opposite vibe. It’s slow, smooth, and kinda dreamy, like sinking into a beanbag chair while someone whispers, “Relax, dude.” The bassline is so buttery it could melt toast, and the little electronic blips sprinkled throughout give it this quirky charm. It’s not trying too hard, ya know? Just letting you drift away. Honestly, if I had to pick a track to play while staring at clouds, this would be it.
The rest of the album keeps the momentum going. Tracks like “Mondo’s Disco” bring the funk, while “Below The Tarmac” feels like an introspective moment where you’re left alone with your thoughts. And hey, props to Gorowski for making something that feels both experimental and accessible.
Here’s the thing though—listening to Summer 2005 feels like finding an old mixtape in your car’s glove compartment. It’s nostalgic but fresh, familiar yet surprising. You don’t expect much from a random tape, but suddenly you’re hooked, rewinding tracks just to figure out what made them stick.
And maybe that’s why this album works. It doesn’t try to blow your mind every second. Instead, it lets you wander through its weird little universe, where martians get pished and turtles chill in heaven. Honestly, isn’t that what summer should feel like?
Oh, and fun fact: I once played “Pished Martian” at a party, and someone asked if it was from a video game soundtrack. Not mad, just saying.
