Coitus Exitus by (halál;orgazmus): A Wild Ride Through Electronic-Rock Chaos
Alright, so picture this—you’re scrolling through Bandcamp late at night, probably avoiding adult responsibilities like laundry or calling your mom. You stumble across an album called Coitus Exitus by some Hungarian band named (halál;orgazmus). The name alone is enough to make you click play, right? I did that exact thing back in 2015 when it dropped, and lemme tell ya, this record slaps hard. Like, weirdly hard. It’s got everything: electronic bleeps, punky riffs, experimental freakouts, and just enough chaos to keep you guessing.
First off, let’s talk genres because this ain’t your typical alt-rock playlist filler. This is Alternative Rock meets Pop Punk with a side of Experimental sauce. Imagine if Green Day decided to hang out with Aphex Twin for a weekend—yeah, it’s kinda like that but way more unhinged. And the credits? Holy crap, there are more names here than ingredients on a Doritos bag. Everyone from Csank László on bass guitar AND backing vocals to Asztalos Noémi doing “voice hoots” and rustling sounds. Oh, and don’t forget Storm Machine, who apparently handles kazoo duties along with some gnarly synth work. These folks didn’t just make music—they built a sonic Frankenstein monster.
Now onto the tracks. There’s a lot crammed into this album (seriously, 20+ songs), but two stuck out to me like glitter on a black leather jacket. First up, "Hippigeneráció." Dude, this one hits different. It starts with these crunchy guitar riffs that feel straight outta a sweaty underground club, then BAM—synths come screaming in like they own the place. By the time Vitus Ákos’ vocals kick in, you’re already hooked. Lyrically, it feels like a middle finger to societal norms, which honestly vibes with anyone who’s ever felt like an outsider. Plus, the energy? Insane. You could mosh to this track in your living room even if you live alone and have no furniture.
Then there’s "Őssejtmámor," which might be my favorite title ever. What does it mean? No clue. Do I care? Nope. This song feels like someone took pop-punk sensibilities, threw ‘em in a blender with glitchy electronics, and hit puree. The chorus is catchy as hell, though—not overly polished, just raw enough to stick in your brain like gum under a desk. Also, props to whoever programmed those wild drum fills. They sound like they were recorded inside a spaceship cockpit. Honestly, listening to this makes me wanna grab a mic and scream nonsense into the void.
The production deserves a shoutout too. Mixed and mastered by Varga Bence, it’s messy in all the right ways. Nothing feels overproduced, which keeps the whole thing feeling authentic. Like, yeah, you can hear little imperfections here and there, but isn’t that what real art’s about? Perfection’s boring anyway.
So, reflection time. Listening to Coitus Exitus feels like being invited to a party where nobody speaks the same language, yet somehow everyone ends up dancing together. It’s chaotic, unpredictable, and occasionally confusing—but damn, is it fun. If anything, this album proves that Hungary’s music scene has way more depth than most people realize.
Oh, and random thought: Did anyone else notice how many tracks have animal noises in them? Like seriously, birds chirping, wolves howling…what’s up with that? Either way, I’m not mad about it. Makes the whole thing feel alive. Anyway, go listen to this madness—it’s free therapy for anyone stuck in their head too much lately.
