Up In The Air by Maximal – A Trance Bomb That’ll Blow Your Speakers (2015, Turkey)
Alright, let’s cut the crap. If you’re into electronic beats that punch you in the face and leave you breathless, Up In The Air by Maximal is worth your time. This Turkish trance beast from 2015 hits hard, and I’m not just saying that because I’ve been blasting it on repeat for days. Released under White Soho, this album doesn’t mess around—it gets straight to the point, like a kick drum to the chest.
First up, the title track, “Up In The Air (Original Mix)”—damn, this one sticks with you. It starts off smooth but then BAM! The drop comes outta nowhere and absolutely wrecks you. You know those moments when you close your eyes and just lose yourself? Yeah, that’s what this track does. The synths are sharp as hell, slicing through the mix like lasers, while the bassline keeps pounding away like it’s got something to prove. Every beat feels intentional, like Maximal knew exactly how to make you feel alive. Honestly, if this song doesn’t get your heart racing, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Then there’s “Up in the Air” (yeah, same name, different vibes). Don’t let the repetition fool ya; this version flips things up. It’s darker, edgier, almost like Maximal took the original and gave it an attitude adjustment. There’s this eerie buildup that creeps up on you before exploding into pure chaos. It’s wild, unpredictable, and kinda makes you wanna scream at the top of your lungs. Not bad for a track without lyrics, huh?
So yeah, this album isn’t perfect—nothin’ ever is—but damn if it doesn’t hit the spot. Maximal didn’t reinvent the wheel here, but he sure as hell polished it till it gleamed. What’s crazy is how fresh this still sounds years later. Maybe it’s the energy, maybe it’s the raw emotion packed into every second. Or maybe it’s just proof that good trance can slap no matter where it comes from—even Turkey.
Final thought: Screw being cool. Put this album on loud, crank it up, and let it rip. And hey, if anyone asks why you’re losing your mind over some random Turkish producer, tell ‘em it’s not random—it’s genius. Now go listen again.
