Teklas by Raskucci: A Techno Odyssey You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Raskucci’s Teklas isn’t here to hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Nope. This 2019 Italian banger from the Industrial Techno United label is more like that moody friend who shows up uninvited but ends up being the life of the party. It’s raw, gritty, and unapologetically techno—a vibe that slaps harder than your morning espresso.
First off, the title track “Teklas” is basically the ringleader of this whole circus. From the first beat, it grabs you by the collar and yells, “Hey, pay attention!” The kick drum hits like a sledgehammer, while these eerie synths creep around in the background like they’re plotting something sinister. Honestly? It’s kinda genius. There’s this moment halfway through where everything drops out except for this twitchy little hi-hat pattern—it feels like you’ve been left hanging on the edge of a cliff, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, BAM! The bassline roars back in like a caffeinated tiger. You don’t forget that kind of drama easily.
Then there’s another standout (I won’t name names because spoilers are lame), but let’s just say it sounds like someone took a factory assembly line, threw it into a blender with some broken glass, and hit puree. And yet… it works? Like, weirdly well. The track has this relentless energy that makes you wanna move—even if all you’re doing is aggressively tapping your foot under your desk at work. Every time I hear it, I picture robots having an underground rave somewhere deep beneath Milan. Don’t ask why; it’s just what my brain does.
What sticks with me about Teklas is how unpretentious it feels. Raskucci doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel here—he just gives it spikes and lets it roll downhill. Sure, the album might not be everyone’s cup of tea (or shot of grappa, given its Italian roots), but if you’re into industrial vibes with a dash of chaos, this one’s gonna slap.
So yeah, listening to Teklas feels like stepping into a dimly lit basement club where the DJ forgot to bring a playlist but somehow still nails it anyway. Is it perfect? Nah. But maybe perfection’s overrated. Maybe what we really need is music that reminds us life’s messy—and sometimes, that mess is exactly what gets our feet moving.
Oh, and fun fact: apparently “tekno” with a K was cooler in 2019. Who knew?
