The Crash Rmxs Bottin Midnight Magic Rmxs – A House Gem That Slaps (Review)
Alright, let’s talk about The Crash Rmxs Bottin Midnight Magic Rmxs, because this little 2018 banger from NuclearDigital Transistor is the kind of record that sneaks up on you. Released under the cheeky label We Don’t Play Gtrs, it’s a two-track remix EP that vibes so hard, you’ll forget guitars even exist. It’s electronic house music at its finest—no frills, just pure groove therapy.
First up, there’s Warm Leatherette (Midnight Magic Remix). Oh man, where do I even start? This remix feels like cruising through neon-lit streets in a convertible while sipping something fizzy and illegal. Midnight Magic takes the original track and flips it into a cosmic disco dream. The bassline wriggles around like it’s got a mind of its own, and those synth stabs hit you right in the nostalgia bone. You know when a song makes your shoulders move without asking permission? Yeah, this one does that. And honestly, I think I’ve listened to it five times already today alone. Obsessed doesn’t even cover it.
Then we’ve got Warm Leatherette (Bottin Remix), which is… well, totally different but equally addictive. If Midnight Magic brought the glitterball vibe, Bottin brings the late-night warehouse sweat. This version has more grit, like someone spilled espresso all over the mixing desk. The beat stomps harder, and there’s this weirdly hypnotic loop halfway through that sounds like robots whispering secrets to each other. It’s moody as heck, but still fun enough to make you wanna grab someone and spin them around the dance floor.
What sticks with me most about these tracks is how they both take the same source material and twist it into completely separate worlds. One’s for daydreamers; the other’s for night owls. And isn’t that kinda beautiful? Like, here’s proof that creativity can turn one idea into endless possibilities.
Anyway, wrapping this up—I didn’t expect much from an album titled The Crash Rmxs Bottin Midnight Magic Rmxs. Thought it’d be another forgettable drop in the sea of remix culture. But nah, it slapped. Big time. So if you’re looking for some fresh house tunes to spice up your playlist or soundtrack your next existential crisis, give this one a shot. Honestly, it might just remind you why we bother making music in the first place—to feel alive, even if only for three minutes and thirty seconds. Or maybe four. Who’s counting?