Instinct 02: A Raw Dive into Underground Vibes
Alright, let’s talk about Instinct 02 by Instinct. Drop everything you’re doing for a sec—this one’s worth it. Released back in 2017 on their own label (yeah, they’ve got that DIY spirit), this album is a killer blend of Tech House, Minimal, and Garage House. If you’re into beats that feel like late-night secrets whispered under strobe lights, buckle up.
First off, the track “Voodoo” hit me like a punch to the chest—in the best way possible. It’s dark, brooding, and kinda hypnotic. The bassline just slinks around your ears like some sneaky cat in the shadows. There’s this weird little synth riff halfway through that feels like déjà vu but… twisted, y’know? Like someone took a memory and warped it into something new. I couldn’t shake it if I tried. Every time I hear it, my brain goes, “Wait, what was that?” And honestly, isn’t that what good music does? Makes you stop and wonder?
Then there’s “Together.” This one feels like a warm hug from an old friend who smells faintly of cigarettes and bad decisions. It starts slow, almost too chill, but then BAM—it opens up with these lush pads and a groove so smooth it should come with a warning label. You can practically see the strobes flickering as people shuffle across the dancefloor, lost in their own worlds but still connected somehow. That breakdown near the end? Pure magic. Feels like floating. Honestly, I’ve replayed this part so many times I think my neighbors are starting to hate me.
The other tracks—“Realise” and “Motion”—are solid too, don’t get me wrong. They keep the energy flowing without being over-the-top flashy. But man, it’s those first two that stick with you. Like, days later, you’ll catch yourself humming bits of them while brushing your teeth or whatever.
Here’s the thing about Instinct 02: it doesn’t try too hard to impress you. No big-name features, no flashy gimmicks. Just raw, unfiltered vibes straight from the underground. In a world where everyone’s trying to be louder, brighter, shinier, this album reminds you that sometimes less really is more.
Oh, and here’s a random thought: listening to this makes me wanna dig out my old Discman and go for a walk at 3 AM. Weird flex, I know, but hey—that’s how deep this album gets under your skin.
