Back Again Crackin by Macho: A Breaks Odyssey That’ll Leave You Buzzing
Man, if you’re into that breaks scene, Back Again Crackin by Macho is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. Released in 2017 under Let’s Go! Recordings (shoutout to the UK for always bringing the heat), this thing hits like a jolt of caffeine when you least expect it. It’s raw, unfiltered, and just messy enough to feel real. And yeah, I know “messy” sounds bad, but here? It works.
Let me break it down for ya—literally. The title track, "Back Again," slaps harder than your morning alarm clock after a late night out. There’s something about how the beat drops—you can practically hear the producer laughing as they stitched together these glitchy little bits of magic. Like, every time I listen, I’m reminded why I fell in love with electronic music in the first place. It’s not trying too hard; it just is. No frills, no overthinking, just pure vibes. Honestly, it makes me wanna grab my headphones and go for a walk where no one can see me nodding my head way too aggressively.
Then there’s "Crackin." Oh man, this one sticks to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk. The rhythm switches up so fast it feels like you’re being dared to keep up. At first, I thought it was gonna be all chaos, but then BAM—a melody sneaks in outta nowhere and ties everything together. It’s kinda genius, tbh. Makes you wanna move, even if you’ve got two left feet. Every time it comes on, I catch myself zoning out, lost in its weird little world. Not sure what Macho was thinking when they made this, but whatever it was, it worked.
You know what gets me though? This album isn’t perfect. Some parts are rough around the edges, and maybe a few transitions could’ve been smoother. But honestly? That’s what makes it memorable. It’s not polished to death—it’s alive. Feels human, y’know? Like someone stayed up all night tweaking knobs until their fingers went numb because they had something to say.
And here’s the kicker—I didn’t think an album called Back Again Crackin would make me feel nostalgic, but dang, it does. Maybe it’s the breaks style taking me back to sweaty basement raves or long car rides blasting tunes with friends. Or maybe it’s just...good music doing its job. Either way, hats off to Macho for reminding us that sometimes, imperfection is exactly what we need.
Oh, random thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably be that friend who shows up late to parties but steals the show anyway. Just saying.
