New Era by Micky Nuñez: A Progressive Trance Time Capsule from 2004
If you’re into electronic music that feels like it’s been beamed straight outta a neon-lit spaceship, New Era by Micky Nuñez is your jam. Released in 2004 under MD Records (Spain), this album hits all the right notes for fans of progressive trance—those euphoric builds, those drops that make your chest rattle, and beats so hypnotic they could put a caffeinated squirrel to sleep. The team behind this project reads like a dream squad of creative minds, with Fernando Ballesteros, Raul Cremona, and Nuñez himself pulling double duty as writers and producers. And let’s not forget Squeamish Design’s trippy artwork or Dimas Carbajo and J.J. de la Fuente keeping things tight on the exec side.
Now, I gotta talk about two tracks here because—honestly—not every song sticks in my brain like gum on a summer sidewalk. First up: “New Era (2 Smoked Rmx)”. Oh man, this remix is pure fire. It starts off slow, teasing you with these ethereal pads and faint synths before BAM—it slaps you awake with a bassline so thick it could double as a yoga mat. There’s something addictive about how the layers build; it’s like watching clouds morph into shapes while someone whispers secrets in your ear. By the time the breakdown rolls around, you’re either dancing like nobody’s watching or questioning if you’ve accidentally taken happy pills. Either way, mission accomplished.
Then there’s “New Era (Hard Mix)”, which takes no prisoners. This one’s darker, grittier, and packs more punch than an overzealous barista. The kick drum hits harder than your ex’s text messages after midnight, and the arpeggios spiral upward like a staircase to another dimension. What makes this track unforgettable is its refusal to chill—it’s relentless, in the best possible way. If “2 Smoked Rmx” is the chill pregame drink, then “Hard Mix” is the chaotic dancefloor at peak hour when everyone’s lost their minds but loving it.
You know what? Listening to New Era feels kinda like flipping through an old photo album. Sure, some parts feel dated (hello, mid-2000s production quirks), but others? They remind you why you fell in love with this genre in the first place. It’s raw, unfiltered energy wrapped in shiny futuristic packaging.
Here’s the kicker though: Despite being nearly two decades old, this album still holds its own against modern releases. Maybe it’s nostalgia talking, maybe it’s just really damn good music. Or maybe…just maybe…Micky Nuñez knew he was crafting a little piece of eternity back in ‘04. Who would’ve thought Spain would gift us such a gem?
Final thought? If aliens ever invade Earth and demand proof we’re worth saving, hand them New Era. If they don’t get it, well, we’re screwed anyway.
