Alright, let’s dive into this. Sunset EP by Jean The Ripper & Orman Bitch isn’t your typical techno album—it’s got that raw, unfiltered vibe that feels like it was made in some gritty Berlin basement back in 2010. Released under Contempt Music Productions, this German duo delivered a solid punch with just four tracks. No fluff, no filler—just straight-up techno energy.
First off, “No Brain” is the kind of track that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. It’s relentless, man. The beat hits hard, but it’s not all about brute force—it’s sneaky smart too. There are these little synth stabs that creep in and out, keeping you on edge. You think you’ve figured it out, then BAM, something switches up. It’s one of those tunes where you lose track of time because you’re too busy zoning out to the groove. Honestly? I remember it because it’s impossible not to. If you’re throwing a party and need people to stop chatting and start moving, this is your jam.
Then there’s “The Moon,” which takes things in a completely different direction. It’s darker, moodier—like staring at the night sky and feeling small but kinda okay with it. The bassline rumbles underneath while these eerie pads float around, giving it an almost cinematic feel. It’s the kind of track that makes you wanna light a cigarette (even if you don’t smoke) and just… brood. Not every song sticks in my head, but this one does because it tells a story without saying a word.
The other two tracks, “Sunset 2010” and “Obsessed,” hold their own too, but they don’t hit as hard for me personally. They’re still solid though—perfect for when you’re cruising late at night or trying to hype yourself up before heading out.
Looking back, what strikes me most about Sunset EP is how timeless it feels. Even though it dropped over a decade ago, it doesn’t sound dated. Maybe it’s the simplicity of it all? Like, sometimes less really is more. Or maybe it’s just proof that good techno never dies. Either way, listening to this album feels like finding an old mixtape in the glove compartment of your car—you forgot it was there, but damn, are you glad you found it.
Oh, and here’s the kicker: after spinning this record, I couldn’t help but wonder… did they name themselves after a wrestling move and a swear word on purpose? Because if so, props to ‘em. That’s peak creativity right there.
