Pleiades by Love Drone: A Sonic Joyride Through the Cosmos
Alright, buckle up, space cadets. We’re about to blast off into the cosmic vibes of Pleiades, a 2019 gem from Hungarian electronic maestro Love Drone, released under Morphosis Records. This isn’t just another Progressive House album—it’s like someone handed the stars a synthesizer and said, “Go nuts.” Spoiler alert: they did.
First off, let’s talk about "Solar Orbit." If this track were a person, it’d be that chill friend who shows up uninvited but somehow makes the party ten times better. The beat builds so smoothly you barely notice when it grabs hold of your soul (and maybe your dancing shoes). It’s hypnotic without being pretentious—like staring at the night sky while sipping something fizzy. You don’t question why you’re there; you just know it feels right. Plus, those layered synths? Pure ear candy. I caught myself zoning out mid-commute, imagining I was piloting a spaceship instead of stuck behind some guy in an SUV.
Then there’s "Alcyone," which hits different. Named after one of the brightest stars in the Pleiades cluster, it’s got this ethereal vibe that feels both intimate and infinite. Think of it as the soundtrack for late-night existential crises or lying on a rooftop wondering if aliens are real. The drop sneaks up on you like a cat in socks—sudden, yet strangely comforting. By the time the melody kicks in fully, you're too deep to care about anything else. Honestly, if this track doesn’t make you want to hug yourself (or someone else), check your pulse.
Now, here’s the kicker: Love Drone didn’t just slap together some beats and call it a day. Every track on Pleiades has its own flavor, but these two stood out because they feel alive. They remind you that music can be more than background noise—it can be a portal to somewhere bigger, brighter, and way cooler than wherever you’re sitting right now.
So yeah, Hungary might not be the first place you think of when it comes to Progressive House bangers, but Love Drone proves geography is irrelevant when you’ve got talent this stellar. Final thought? Listening to Pleiades feels like finding a secret door in your house and realizing it leads straight to outer space. Or maybe just to Budapest. Either way, count me in.
