Black Lips EP by Massi Gee: A Dub Techno Punch to the Gut
Alright, let’s get real for a second. The Black Lips EP isn’t just another forgettable slice of electronic fluff from 2010—it’s got teeth. This UK-born beast, dropped under Cinematic Recordings, comes at you hard with its mix of dub techno and tech house vibes. And yeah, it's rough around the edges, but that's exactly why it sticks. Massi Gee didn't phone this one in—he engineered, wrote, and produced the damn thing himself, while Filippo Del Moro handled the knobs like a mad scientist. Oh, and shoutout to Cristiana Romani on vocals for track A; she adds a haunting layer that’ll crawl into your brain and stay there.
Now, onto the goods. “Back To Black” (yeah, there are two versions—don’t ask me why) is where things get wild. It’s not some overproduced banger trying to sound cool. Nah, this track feels raw, almost dirty. The bassline slaps so hard it could knock the wind outta you, and those glitchy echoes? They’re like ghost whispers in an abandoned warehouse rave. You remember this track because it doesn’t beg for attention—it demands it. By the time the second version rolls around, you realize Massi Gee wasn’t messing around. He wanted to drill that hook into your skull, and trust me, mission fucking accomplished.
Then there’s “Corrupt Soul,” which might as well be the black sheep of the EP. It starts off slow, teasing you with these brooding synths before slamming you with a beat so heavy it feels like a kick to the chest. There’s something about how stripped-down yet relentless it is—you can practically hear the sweat dripping off the soundboard. If you’re looking for background music, this ain’t it. This track grabs you by the collar and shakes you until you pay attention.
The whole EP has this gritty, underground energy that screams late-night drives through empty city streets or losing yourself in a dimly lit club where nobody gives a fuck what you look like. But here’s the kicker—the more I listen to it, the more I wonder if Massi Gee knew he was making something timeless. Or maybe he didn’t give a shit either way. Either possibility makes it even better.
So yeah, Black Lips EP isn’t perfect. It’s messy, unapologetic, and kinda brilliant because of it. In a world full of polished crap designed to sell, this record reminds you that sometimes imperfection hits harder than perfection ever could. Now go listen to it—but don’t say I didn’t warn you when it ruins all your playlists.
