Go Go Gamelan by Prick Decay: A Sonic Knife Fight You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, buckle up. Go Go Gamelan by Prick Decay is not your average electronic album—it’s like someone took a sledgehammer to abstract soundscapes and said, “Yeah, this’ll do.” Hailing from the UK and released under Pink Skulls and Chocolate Monk (two labels that clearly don’t give a damn about fitting in), this record smashes genre boundaries with all the subtlety of a brick through a window.
Let’s dive into it. The track "Untitled" hits you first—because of course it does. It’s got no name, but it doesn’t need one; it speaks for itself loud enough to rattle your skull. This thing starts off slow, almost teasing you with these weird-ass gamelan-like tones that feel ancient and alien at the same time. Then BAM—it flips into this glitchy chaos, like someone dropped acid on an MPC and just let it cook. You’re left wondering if you should dance or cry, which honestly feels like the point. By the end, I was exhausted but couldn’t stop hitting replay. That’s the magic of Prick Decay—they make noise that sticks to your brain like gum on hot pavement.
Then there’s another banger—I won’t name it because half the tracks here are untitled or unpronounceable—but let’s call it Track X for now. This one sounds like robots arguing over who gets the last battery in some dystopian junkyard. There’s this relentless pulse running underneath layers of chopped-up madness, and every so often, something melodic peeks through like sunlight breaking clouds. But before you can even enjoy it, they rip it away again, leaving you hanging. Sneaky bastards. It’s infuriatingly good.
What makes Go Go Gamelan stand out isn’t just its audacity—it’s how unapologetically raw it feels. No shiny polish, no pandering to trends. Just pure, chaotic energy straight from the gut. If you’re looking for background music to sip coffee to, look elsewhere. This is confrontational listening material designed to mess with your head.
And maybe that’s why I keep coming back to it. In a world full of cookie-cutter beats and safe choices, Prick Decay reminds us that music can still be dangerous. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for anything that sounds like it was recorded inside a malfunctioning spaceship. Either way, Go Go Gamelan slaps hard enough to leave bruises—and honestly? I kinda love it.
Final thought: Listening to this album feels like being dared to jump off a cliff blindfolded. And weirdly, I’d probably say yes.
