Album Review: 2349015541237 i I WANT TO JOIN OCCULT FOR MONEY RITUAL IN GHANA AND NIGERIA by Occult
Alright, let’s talk about this wild ride of an album. First off, the title alone is enough to make you stop scrolling and go, “Wait… what?” It's like someone took all the internet conspiracy theories, mashed them up with African pop culture, and sprinkled some brass band vibes on top for good measure. The result? A chaotic yet oddly captivating mix that somehow works.
The genres listed—Pop, Hip Hop, Brass & Military, and Children’s—are as random as finding socks in your fridge. But hey, that unpredictability is part of its charm. This album feels like it doesn’t care about fitting into any box, which honestly makes it kind of refreshing. And yeah, it’s from Africa, so there’s a rawness to it that hits different.
Now, onto the tracks. There are only three songs here (all named "OCCULT," because why not?), but they leave a mark. Let me tell you about the first one—it’s just... wow. Imagine a beat so hypnotic you can’t help but nod along, even though deep down you’re questioning your life choices. The production has this gritty edge, like someone recorded it in a back alley during a street parade. You hear these brass instruments blaring out of nowhere, and suddenly it’s less of a song and more of an experience. Like, how do you even process that?
Then there’s the second track—"OCUULT" (note the extra U). If the first song felt like a carnival gone wrong, this one feels like the aftermath when everyone’s gone home but the ghosts stayed behind. It’s darker, heavier, almost menacing. The lyrics? Honestly, I couldn’t catch most of them through the distorted vocals, but that didn’t matter. What stuck with me was this eerie chant repeating over and over again. By the end, I swear my dog was staring at me like I'd summoned something unnatural.
And then... the third track shows up, and it’s basically the same name again. At this point, you either laugh or scream. But weirdly, it ties everything together. Maybe that’s intentional? Or maybe Occult just ran out of ideas. Either way, it slaps hard enough that you don’t really care.
Here’s the thing—this album shouldn’t work. It’s messy, confusing, and probably not what anyone asked for. But damn if it isn’t memorable. Listening to it feels like stumbling across a secret ritual where no one told you the rules. You’re intrigued, freaked out, and kinda hooked all at once.
Final thought: Who knew joining an occult money ritual could sound so funky?
