Album Review: "June 7, 2010" by Razxca – A Sonic Punch to the Ears
Alright, buckle up, noise nerds. If you’re into electronic music that sounds like it was recorded during a robot apocalypse, then Mikhail Gusenkov (aka Razxca) has something for you. Released in—you guessed it—2010, June 7, 2010 is a self-released Russian gem that dives headfirst into the chaotic world of harsh noise and experimental bleeps. No label? No problem. This album doesn’t need one—it’s raw, unfiltered, and hits harder than your morning coffee.
Let’s talk tracks. First up, we’ve got the titular track, “June 7, 2010 (Harsh Noise).” Oh boy. Imagine if someone took all the screeching brakes from every car in Moscow and mashed them together with a blender full of angry bees. That’s this track. It’s relentless, abrasive, and oddly satisfying. You won’t hum it on your way to work, but you’ll definitely feel it rattling around in your skull hours later. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna yell at clouds or question your life choices—or both. And honestly? I respect that.
Then there’s “May 23, 2010 (Casio CTK 200, Work A),” which feels like what would happen if an old-school Casio keyboard got into a bar fight with itself. The lo-fi tones are janky yet strangely hypnotic, like watching static on a broken TV. There’s something almost charming about how low-budget it sounds, as if Razxca just wandered into a thrift store, grabbed whatever was lying around, and said, “Yeah, this’ll do.” Spoiler alert: it does. Weirdly enough, this track stuck with me because it’s equal parts ridiculous and oddly endearing, kinda like that one friend who insists on DJing parties with a kazoo.
Now, let’s not kid ourselves here—this isn’t background music unless your idea of relaxing involves being chased by malfunctioning vacuum cleaners. But hey, maybe that’s your vibe. Who am I to judge?
What strikes me most about June 7, 2010 is how unapologetically weird it is. In a world where so much music tries too hard to be polished and pretty, Razxca throws caution to the wind and says, “Nah, let’s make some noise instead.” Sure, it’s messy, chaotic, and occasionally nails-on-a-chalkboard-level painful—but isn’t that what art’s supposed to be sometimes? Uncomfortable? Challenging? Like eating pickles with peanut butter?
Final thought: Listening to this album feels like trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube while blindfolded. Frustrating? Absolutely. Rewarding? Not really. But dang if it doesn’t stick with you. So give it a spin if you’re brave enough—and don’t blame me when your neighbors start complaining.
