Warrior CLSM Remix by Maximus Baxter Feat Aaron Soul – A Breakbeat Beast That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s get one thing straight: this album is no friggin’ joke. Released back in 2012 under the UK-based label CLSM, Warrior CLSM Remix hits hard like a steel-toed boot to the chest. If you’re into breakbeat and hardcore electronic music, this sucker will slap you awake faster than a double espresso shot laced with Red Bull.
The title track, “Warrior (CLSM Remix),” is where the chaos begins. It starts off all brooding and atmospheric, but don’t let that fool ya—it’s just setting up the ambush. Around the 30-second mark, BAM! The drums explode like fireworks at a riot, and Aaron Soul’s vocals slice through the madness like a chainsaw cutting butter. You can practically feel your heart pounding in sync with those relentless beats. This isn’t background music; it demands your full goddamn attention. Every time I hear it, I’m reminded why breakbeat was my gateway drug into harder sounds—it’s raw, unapologetic, and absolutely electrifying.
Another banger worth shouting about is buried deeper in the mix—I forget its exact name, but trust me, it’s the kind of tune that makes you wanna punch something while simultaneously dancing your ass off. The bassline growls like an angry pitbull chained to a speaker stack, and the chopped-up samples sound like they were ripped straight from some dystopian rave nightmare. Tracks like these remind me why Maximus Baxter earned his rep as a sonic mad scientist. Dude doesn’t just make songs—he builds weapons of mass destruction disguised as music.
Now here’s the kicker: for all its aggression and sonic fury, there’s something oddly uplifting about this album. Maybe it’s the way Aaron Soul’s voice cuts through the storm, or maybe it’s how every beat feels like a middle finger to mediocrity. Whatever it is, listening to this record feels like surviving a bar fight—you walk away bruised but victorious, ready to take on whatever comes next.
So yeah, if you haven’t heard Warrior CLSM Remix, do yourself a favor and crank it loud enough to piss off your neighbors. And hey, if anyone asks why you’re headbanging so damn hard, just tell ‘em: “This ain’t music—it’s survival.” Funny how ten years later, this beast still sounds fresher than most new releases. Guess good noise never dies.
