The Extinct by Jacksport: A Wild Ride Through Electronic Vibes
Alright, let’s talk about The Extinct by Jacksport. This 2012 gem from Turkey is one of those albums that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It’s not perfect, but man, does it have soul. The genre? Electronic—duh—but it dips its toes into dubstep and house in ways that feel raw and unfiltered. Released under Not On Label (Jacksport), this thing feels like a DIY labor of love, which honestly makes it even cooler.
First off, the title track, “The Extinct,” hits hard. Like… really hard. There’s something haunting about how the beat builds up slow at first, almost teasing you, then BAM—it drops with this gritty bassline that rattles your chest. You can tell Jacksport wasn’t trying to make something polished here; they were chasing a vibe. And damn, did they nail it. I remember listening to this late at night with headphones on, and it felt like the music was crawling inside my brain. Weirdly therapeutic, if you ask me.
Then there’s another banger—I think it’s called “Echo Chase” or maybe “Chasing Shadows”? Honestly, I forget the exact name, but what sticks is how smooth yet chaotic it feels. It starts with these lush synths, all floaty and dreamy, but halfway through, it flips into this wild dubstep breakdown. It’s like two songs mashed together, but instead of feeling messy, it works. Feels like falling down a rabbit hole while someone throws glowsticks at you. Yeah, weird visual, I know, but trust me, it fits.
What gets me most about this album is how personal it feels. You can hear little imperfections in the production, like tiny glitches or echoes where they probably shouldn’t be. But instead of being annoying, it adds character. It’s like Jacksport didn’t care about fitting some mold—they just wanted to create something real. Coming outta Turkey back in 2012, this had to stand out like a sore thumb compared to whatever else was happening locally. Respect.
So yeah, The Extinct isn’t gonna win any Grammys, and chances are you’ve never heard of it unless you’re deep into niche electronic stuff. But for me, it’s one of those hidden treasures that reminds me why I fell in love with music in the first place. It’s messy, emotional, and kinda beautiful in its own way.
Oh, fun fact: every time I listen to this album, I swear I hear new things—like faint whispers or clicks buried deep in the mix. Makes me wonder if Jacksport hid secret messages in there or if my ears are just playing tricks on me. Either way, pretty rad.
