mur’s Untitled – A Techno Punch to the Gut (2014)
Alright, let’s cut the crap. mur’s Untitled isn’t just another techno album—it’s a raw, unapologetic slap in the face that’ll leave you questioning your own heartbeat. Released back in 2014 under Helical outta the US, this thing hits like a sledgehammer wrapped in static. It doesn’t beg for attention; it demands it. And if you’re not paying close enough attention? Good luck keeping up.
First off, the track “Untitled” (yeah, real creative name there). This sucker is relentless—like someone took all your anxieties, cranked ‘em up to eleven, and shoved them into a beat machine. The kick drum pounds so hard it feels like it’s gonna bust through your chest. But here’s the kicker: halfway through, this eerie synth line sneaks in, whispering at you like some ghost haunting your damn speakers. You can’t ignore it. It sticks with you long after the track ends, crawling around in your brain like an itch you can’t scratch.
Then there’s “Signal Fade” (or whatever it’s called—I lost count of how many untitled tracks are on this thing). This one flips the script real quick. Instead of going full-on assault mode, it builds slow, teasing you with these glitchy little breaks before dropping into this hypnotic groove that pulls you under. By the time the distortion kicks in, you’re already drowning in it. I couldn’t tell if I hated it or loved it—but honestly? That’s what makes it stick. It’s messy as hell but deliberate, like mur knew exactly how far they could push without losing you completely.
Here’s the deal though: Untitled ain’t for everyone. If you’re looking for something polished or radio-friendly, go listen to some pop EDM nonsense instead. This is straight-up chaos bottled up and sold to anyone brave enough to dive in. It’s ugly, beautiful, and kinda genius all at once.
And hey, maybe that’s why it works. In a world where everything has to be Instagram-perfect, mur reminds us that sometimes the best stuff comes from letting things fall apart. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it because my ears are still ringing. Either way, respect.
