Midnight Club EP by Mordecai x Daffy: A Grime-Fueled Joyride That Kicks You in the Chest
Alright, let’s get this straight—Midnight Club EP isn’t just another electronic blip on your radar. This 2018 banger from Mordecai x Daffy is raw, uncut UK grime with enough grit to scrape paint off a South London wall. Released under Pear Drops (a label that knows how to pick ‘em), it’s four tracks of pure chaos and swagger. No fluff, no filler, just straight fire.
First up, “Till You Get Home.” Damn, this track hits like a punch to the gut. The bassline? Nasty as hell, wobbling like it's got a mind of its own. It’s not even tryna be smooth—it’s tryna grab you by the neck and drag you into the night. The beat switches are sharp enough to cut glass, keeping you on edge the whole ride. You feel like you’re cruising through some neon-lit streets at 3 AM, heart racing, not sure if you’re running from something or chasing it. That hook? Stuck in my head for days. I don’t even know why—it’s not catchy in a poppy way; it’s more like an earworm that won’t quit because it wants to haunt you.
Then there’s “Cruise Control,” which feels like the soundtrack to every illegal street race you’ve ever seen in a movie. This one’s relentless, man. The percussion slaps so hard it could wake the dead. Every snare hit sounds like someone slamming a car door shut mid-drift. And those synths? They spiral out of control like sparks flying off a tire doing doughnuts. If you’re not nodding your head to this, check your pulse—you might be dead.
“Stop Start” and “South Beach” hold their own too, but these first two tracks steal the show. They’re aggressive, unpredictable, and dripping with attitude. Like, who needs sleep when you’ve got tunes like this?
Here’s the thing though—this EP isn’t perfect. Some parts feel a little rough around the edges, like they slapped it together in a garage studio after smoking too many spliffs. But honestly? That’s what makes it work. It’s messy, raw, alive. Feels real, y’know?
And here’s the kicker: listening to Midnight Club EP makes me wanna drive fast, break rules, and maybe burn something down. Not sure if that’s good or bad, but damn if it doesn’t feel right. Mordecai x Daffy didn’t make music here—they made gasoline for troublemakers. Fill ‘er up.
