Bolling Blood by Johnny Beast: A Hard House Monster from Russia
Alright, let’s cut the crap and get straight to it. Johnny Beast came out of nowhere in 2014 with Bolling Blood, a hard-hitting slab of pure electronic chaos that slaps harder than most albums dare to even try. Released under Beastseller (a label as wild as its name), this Russian beast doesn’t mess around. It’s raw, relentless, and unapologetically loud—exactly what Hard House should be.
The title track, “Bolling Blood,” is an absolute sledgehammer to the skull. From the first beat, it grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go until your ears are ringing like a damn church bell. The bassline? Brutal. The drops? Filthy. This ain’t for the faint-hearted or anyone who thinks house music is all about chill vibes and glow sticks. Nah, this one’s for the freaks on the dancefloor—the ones losing their minds at 3 AM when everyone else has already tapped out. You remember this track because it doesn’t just play; it attacks.
Then there’s another banger—I won’t name it here—but trust me, it kicks off with these glitchy synths that sound like robots having a seizure. By the time the kick drum rolls in, you’re already sweating buckets and questioning every life choice that led you to this moment. It’s messy, chaotic, and somehow still perfectly on point. Tracks like this remind you why Hard House exists—to blow shit up sonically and leave nothing but wreckage behind.
But here’s the thing about Bolling Blood: it’s not perfect. Some transitions feel clunky, and yeah, a couple beats repeat too much. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. This album doesn’t aim for polished perfection—it aims for maximum impact, and holy hell, does it deliver.
So if you’re looking for something safe, skip this. But if you want an album that punches you in the face and then laughs while you bleed, grab Bolling Blood. Just don’t blame me when your neighbors start complaining.
Oh, and one last thought—why isn’t Russia churning out more artists like Johnny Beast? Dude’s got the kind of energy that could power a small city. Or maybe destroy it. Either way, count me in.
