Album Review: Girlfriend by Miroslav Wilde
Alright, let’s talk about Girlfriend by Miroslav Wilde. This 2017 Russian gem from the Sezonaz label isn’t your typical electronic album—it’s got this raw, moody vibe that kinda sneaks up on you. The whole thing rides the line between Deep House and Dub Techno, but it never feels like it’s trying too hard to fit into either box. Honestly, I think that’s what makes it stick.
Now, if I had to pick two tracks that really hit me, it’d be the Oleg Kravtsov Remix and the Original Mix. Let’s start with the remix. Man, this version of “Girlfriend” just pulls you in like a late-night conversation you don’t wanna end. It’s got this hypnotic beat that’s not overly flashy—just steady enough to make your head nod without even realizing it. And then there’s this subtle layer of melancholy in the synths, like it knows something you don’t. It’s one of those tracks where you’re like, “Wait…did I just zone out for five minutes?” Yeah, that’s the magic right there.
Then there’s the Original Mix. This one feels more personal, like Miroslav is whispering secrets straight into your ears. The bassline is deep but understated, and the pads? They’re so lush they could probably double as a blanket. There’s this moment around the halfway mark where everything drops out except for this faint echoey sound—it’s almost like the track is breathing. Feels weird saying it, but it’s kinda intimate, y’know?
The third track, Miroslav’s own remix, is solid too, but for me, it doesn’t quite hit the same emotional buttons. Still, it’s cool how he reworks his own stuff—it shows he’s got range.
Reflecting on this album, I can’t help but think about how music like this doesn’t scream for attention. It waits patiently, letting you find it when you’re ready. Maybe that’s why it slipped under my radar until now. But hey, better late than never, right? Also, fun fact: listening to this while staring out a rainy window might actually change your life—or at least your mood. Just sayin’.
So yeah, Girlfriend ain’t perfect, but it’s real. And sometimes, that’s all you need. Now excuse me while I go figure out why I suddenly want to book a train ticket to Moscow.
