Puma EP by Prince Jean: A Wild Ride Through Ghetto Beats and Garage Chaos
Alright, let’s get this straight—Prince Jean ain’t here to play nice with his Puma EP. Released in 2011 under Soukouch Ethnik Records, this French-born beast is a no-holds-barred assault on your eardrums. It’s electronic music, sure, but not the kind you chill to while sipping overpriced lattes. Nah, this is gritty, raw, and dripping with attitude. Think ghetto vibes mashed up with garage house chaos, topped off with some abstract twists that’ll leave your brain spinning.
Now, I gotta shout out two tracks that stuck like gum on my shoe: “Merguez (Cedaa Remix)” and “Puma’s Hunt.” These aren’t just songs—they’re experiences. “Merguez” slaps harder than your ex ever did. Cedaa takes what was already a banger and flips it into something sinister. The bassline growls at you like an angry pitbull, and those synths? Man, they hit sharp enough to cut glass. You can feel the heat of the Paris streets in every beat—it’s unapologetic and dirty as hell.
Then there’s “Puma’s Hunt,” which feels like being chased through a neon-lit alleyway by something you can’t see. The original version’s got this hypnotic groove, but wait till you hear the remixes. Bosstone’s take turns it into a glitchy nightmare fuel rave anthem, while CDBL strips it down to pure adrenaline. Every version hits different, but they all scream one thing: RUN. FAST.
This EP doesn’t care if you’re ready for it—it barrels forward like a feral cat high on caffeine. And yeah, maybe that’s why it works so damn well. It’s messy, unpredictable, and refuses to fit neatly into any box. Tracks like “Samba D’Orphée” throw curveballs too, blending tribal rhythms with eerie undertones that mess with your head in the best way possible.
But here’s the kicker: listening to Puma EP feels less like entertainment and more like survival training. By the time it ends, you’re left sweaty, disoriented, and slightly amazed you made it out alive. Honestly, isn’t that what great music should do?
So next time someone asks me about this record, I’ll just say: imagine dancing in a thunderstorm where lightning strikes twice. Fucked up? Maybe. Unforgettable? Absolutely.
