Album Review: There’s A Hole In My Mental Body by KJ Gibbs
Alright, so let me just say this upfront—KJ Gibbs’ 2010 tech house banger There’s A Hole In My Mental Body is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It’s not trying too hard to be cool or flashy, but it hits in all the right places if you’re into electronic music with a bit of grit. Released under Fragmented Audio (a label I didn’t know much about until now), this thing has got some serious vibes going on.
First off, the title track, “There’s A Hole In My Mental Body,” is an absolute earworm. Like, you’ll hear it once and think, "Okay, this is decent," but then BAM—it sticks to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk. The beat's tight, kinda hypnotic, and there’s this weird squelchy synth sound that keeps popping in like an uninvited party guest who somehow ends up being the life of the night. You can tell Gibbs knows his way around crafting loops that feel both repetitive and fresh at the same time. Props to him for pulling that off without making it boring.
Now, onto my personal fave—the remix by Dilo, titled “Dilo’s Dissociative Mix.” Holy crap, this version flips the original on its head. It’s darker, moodier, and feels like walking through a foggy alleyway late at night while someone whispers cryptic stuff behind you. The bassline? Chef’s kiss. It rumbles deep enough to make your chest vibrate but stays smooth enough to keep you grooving. Honestly, this remix might even outshine the OG track. Not saying it does, but...yeah, it kinda does.
Oh, and shoutout to Dietrich Schoenemann for mastering this bad boy. Dude clearly knows what he’s doing because everything sounds crisp yet raw, which is exactly what tech house should feel like. No overly polished nonsense here—just pure, unfiltered energy.
So yeah, this album isn’t gonna change your life or anything, but it’s solid as hell. If you’re looking for something to crank up during a midnight drive or a low-key pregame sesh, give this a spin. And hey, maybe we could all use a little hole in our mental bodies every now and then—you know, just to let the chaos in.
Random thought: Why don’t more album titles double as therapy session starters? Just saying.
