Feel The Bass Beathoven by Raymondo: A Punch to the Ears That Works
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Raymondo’s Feel The Bass Beathoven isn’t here to hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings in your ear. This album smacks you upside the head with its raw, unfiltered House energy and doesn’t apologize for it. It’s Electronic music that feels like it was brewed in a sweaty underground club at 3 AM, where everyone's losing their minds but somehow still vibing hard. No label backing? Who cares! Not On Label just lets this beast run wild.
First up, “Beathoven.” Yeah, I know, clever name, right? But don’t roll your eyes yet because this track is an absolute monster. From the first beat drop, you’re locked in. The bassline hits so hard it practically rattles your ribcage, forcing you to move whether you want to or not. There’s no overthinking here—just pure, primal groove. Every layer builds on top of the last until it feels like you’re standing in the middle of some kind of audio thunderstorm. You remember this track because it doesn’t mess around. It grabs you by the collar and screams, “Dance, dammit!” And honestly? You do.
Then there’s “Feel The Bass,” which might as well be the thesis statement for the whole damn project. If “Beathoven” is the chaotic banger, this one’s the hypnotic grinder. The kicks are relentless, pounding away like they’ve got something to prove. Meanwhile, this swirling synth line creeps in outta nowhere, kinda trippy but totally addictive. By the time the breakdown hits, you’re either fully immersed or questioning all your life choices—which, hey, could be a good thing. This tune sticks with you because it’s simple, effective, and straight-up nasty in the best way possible.
So yeah, Feel The Bass Beathoven ain’t perfect. Some transitions feel rough, and sure, maybe Raymondo could’ve pushed things further. But screw perfection—it’s overrated anyway. What matters is how this record makes you feel, and trust me, it makes you feel alive. Like, “holy crap my heart’s racing” alive.
Here’s the kicker though: after listening to this, I realized something weird. House music these days often feels polished to death, like every edge has been sanded off. But Raymondo didn’t care about that. He threw caution to the wind and made something gloriously imperfect—and honestly? We need more of that chaos. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go blast “Beathoven” again and pretend I’m DJing in a packed warehouse.
