Believe EP by Kevin Call: A Techno Slugfest That Kicks You in the Chest
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Kevin Call’s Believe EP isn’t here to hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings into your ear. This sucker punches you right in the gut with its raw techno vibes and doesn’t apologize for it. Released back in 2017 on Betrieb Records (yep, straight outta Germany), this EP is a tight three-track assault that’ll have you questioning why you even bother with anything else.
First up, “Plasma.” Oh man, this track is nasty in all the best ways. It’s like someone took a malfunctioning robot, cranked the distortion to 11, and just let it go berserk on the dance floor. The bassline? Relentless. The kicks? So sharp they could cut glass. I remember spinning this late at night when no one else was around, and damn—it felt like the walls were vibrating with some kind of electric fury. If you’re looking for subtlety, keep walking. But if you want something that grabs you by the throat and shakes you until your teeth rattle, "Plasma" is your jam.
Then there’s “Feel Your Body,” which flips the script just enough to mess with your head. Where “Plasma” is all chaos and aggression, this one sneaks up on you with a hypnotic groove that worms its way under your skin. The build-ups are slow but deadly, teasing you with layers of synths before dropping a beat so heavy it feels like gravity itself got turned up a notch. It's the kind of track that makes you forget where you are for a second—you're not in your room anymore; you're lost in some dark warehouse where time doesn’t exist. Yeah, it’s THAT good.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the title track “Believe” isn’t bad either, but these two monsters steal the show. They stick with you because they don’t play games—they hit hard and leave a mark.
So what’s the takeaway? Maybe it’s this: Listening to Believe EP feels less like enjoying music and more like surviving an experience. And honestly? That’s exactly how techno should be. Screw perfection—this EP reminds you that sometimes, music needs to be messy, loud, and unapologetically real.
Oh, and hey—if you ever meet Kevin Call, tell him thanks for making beats that sound like they were made in a dystopian future we’re not ready for yet.
