Ugly Edits 00: Properly Untitled – A Moodymann vs Theo Parrish Joint
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—this album isn’t for everyone. If you’re into shiny, polished beats that scream “mainstream,” then maybe take a hard left. But if raw, unfiltered vibes are your jam, Ugly Edits 00 by Moodymann and Theo Parrish is like stumbling across a secret party in Detroit where no one cares how you dance, as long as you feel it. Released under Sound Signature (because of course it was), this record scratches the itch for anyone hungry for something real in electronic music.
The whole project feels like two legends just vibing out in a studio, throwing ideas at each other without overthinking. And honestly? It works. There’s no tracklist officially provided—just vibes—but I’ll break down what stuck with me because, well, some moments hit harder than others.
First up, there's this edit around the halfway mark—I think fans call it “Untitled Groove B” or something equally mysterious. It kicks off with these low-end basslines that feel like they’re crawling through your chest, slow but deliberate. Then BAM, Theo’s signature drum patterns sneak in, all loose and jazzy, like he couldn’t be bothered to tighten them up. That’s the beauty though—it’s messy, unpredictable, and kinda ugly in the best way possible. You can almost picture Moodymann nodding along while tweaking knobs, letting imperfections shine. This track doesn’t try too hard; it just breathes. And when those hi-hats finally lock into place, it’s pure magic.
Then there’s another piece—let’s say closer to the end—that sounds like someone took a vintage soul sample and ran it through a blender. The chopped-up vocals float in and out, teasing you, making you lean closer to catch every word. It’s haunting yet funky, like hearing a ghost DJ spinning records from another dimension. Every time I hear it, I swear I’m transported to a dimly lit basement somewhere in Detroit, where the air smells like old vinyl and spilled beer.
What makes Ugly Edits 00 special is its refusal to conform. These aren’t polished gems meant to climb charts—they’re rough sketches of genius, left unfinished on purpose so listeners can fill in the blanks themselves. It’s less an album and more a conversation between two titans who don’t need words to communicate their vibe.
Reflection time: Honestly, writing about this feels kinda pointless. Music like this isn’t meant to be dissected or reviewed—it’s meant to live inside you. So here’s my advice: Don’t overthink it. Just press play, close your eyes, and let it wash over you. Or don’t. Maybe crank it loud enough to piss off your neighbors. Either way, you won’t forget it anytime soon.
Oh, and fun fact—if you ever see this vinyl at a thrift store, buy it immediately. Not because it’s rare, but because life’s too short to pass up something this dope.
