Let Me Go by Kinetik: A 1995 Time Capsule of Hardcore Vibes
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into Let Me Go, the 1995 electronic banger from Kinetik. This UK-born gem on Kinetik Records is a wild ride through hardcore and happy hardcore beats that’ll either make you nostalgic or wonder what year it actually is. Spoiler alert: It’s not 1995 anymore (sadly). But hey, who needs time machines when you’ve got albums like this?
First off, let’s talk about the title track, “Let Me Go.” If you’re expecting some moody breakup anthem, think again. Nope, this is pure high-energy chaos with synths sharper than your grandma’s wit and beats faster than your heart rate after three espressos. The melody has this weird way of getting stuck in your head—not annoyingly so, but more like an old friend showing up uninvited yet still welcome. You won’t forget it anytime soon, trust me.
Then there’s “3 Amigos,” which sounds exactly how you’d imagine three amigos would sound if they were rave DJs. It’s quirky, upbeat, and kinda feels like someone threw confetti at a drum machine. The track layers these playful samples over pounding kicks, making it impossible not to move—even if all you’re doing is sitting awkwardly at your desk pretending to work. I mean, come on, who can resist grooving to something called “3 Amigos” without picturing tiny animated sombreros dancing across their brain?
What makes Let Me Go stand out isn’t just its relentless energy; it’s also how refreshingly unpolished it feels compared to today’s hyper-produced tracks. Sure, the production might feel a bit rough around the edges now, but that’s part of its charm. Back then, music didn’t need Auto-Tune or glossy filters—it just needed soul, and boy, does this album have plenty of that.
Reflecting on Let Me Go, I realized something kinda funny. Listening to it in 2023 feels less like hearing music and more like stepping into a time capsule filled with glow sticks, baggy jeans, and questionable haircuts. And honestly? That’s awesome. In a world obsessed with perfection, sometimes it’s nice to remember where it all started—messy, loud, and absolutely unforgettable.
So here’s the unexpected twist: After blasting this album for hours, I suddenly craved nachos. Maybe it was “3 Amigos” whispering snack suggestions into my subconscious. Or maybe I’m just hungry. Either way, mission accomplished, Kinetik—you made me dance AND crave carbs.
