Circuit Bent Copa Rhemp by RBennig: A Quirky Sonic Journey Through Time and Space
Released in 2009, Circuit Bent Copa Rhemp is one of those albums that doesn’t try to fit neatly into a box. It’s equal parts Hip Hop grit and Pop whimsy, with a dash of something you can’t quite put your finger on—like Welsh rain hitting an old circuit board. RBennig, hailing from the UK and releasing under his own label R-Bennig, crafted an album that feels less like a collection of songs and more like a kaleidoscope of sounds. And trust me, once you dive in, it sticks with you.
The tracklist reads like a cryptic poem: “Plas Sponcyn Arthur,” “Aliens Cymraeg,” “Post R-Bennig Soundscape 3.” But two tracks stand out as earworms—or maybe brainworms—that refuse to leave my head.
First up, “Circuit Bent Copa.” This tune kicks off with this weirdly hypnotic beat that sounds like someone took a vintage synth, spilled coffee on it, and let it glitch out. There’s this raw energy here, almost industrial but not quite. The vocals are sparse, chopped-up phrases that feel like they’re whispering secrets only half-meant for you to hear. I remember thinking, halfway through, "Is this what happens when robots throw house parties?" It’s chaotic yet oddly satisfying, like finding beauty in broken things.
Then there’s “Aliens Cymraeg.” Oh man, this one hits different. Imagine if aliens landed in Cardiff instead of Roswell, and their first move was to collaborate with local musicians. That’s the vibe. The melody has this otherworldly quality, layered over traditional Welsh language snippets. It’s playful but eerie at the same time, like watching a UFO hover above a sheep farm. You don’t know whether to laugh or run. Either way, it’s unforgettable.
What makes Circuit Bent Copa Rhemp so compelling isn’t just its genre-bending audacity; it’s how unapologetically itself it is. RBennig doesn’t seem concerned with trends or radio play—he’s making music for people who appreciate oddities. Tracks like “Hogia Free School Meals (Rhemp Re-mix)” and “Un Camwyllt Arall” add layers of experimentation, while the recurring “Post R-Bennig Soundscapes” act like little interludes, giving your brain space to breathe between the madness.
But honestly? Listening to this album feels like flipping through someone’s sketchbook. Some pages are messy scribbles, others are masterpieces, but all of them have character. Sure, not every track lands perfectly, but that’s kinda the charm. It’s imperfect, unpredictable, and refreshingly human.
As I wrapped up my second listen, I found myself wondering: What would RBennig think if he knew aliens were vibing to his music somewhere in deep space? Maybe they already are.
