Morn by Reliquary: A Trance Odyssey That Kicks You in the Feels
Alright, let’s get real for a sec. Morn by Reliquary isn’t just another electronic album—it’s a punch to the gut, but one of those punches that makes you feel alive. Released back in 2018 under Individual Identity Music (shoutout to the US crew), this sucker dives headfirst into trance territory with no apologies. It’s raw, unfiltered, and yeah, it’ll mess with your brain if you’re not ready.
First off, the title track "Morn" is where it all starts—and holy crap, does it deliver. The buildup? Insane. The drop? Absolutely filthy. This ain’t your run-of-the-mill festival banger; it’s more like a personal journey wrapped in synths. What sticks with me about “Morn” is how it doesn’t just rely on flashy tricks or overproduced nonsense. Nah, man. It builds tension like a damn sniper waiting for the perfect shot. And when that beat finally drops, it hits harder than Monday morning traffic. You can almost picture yourself standing on some desolate cliff at sunrise, feeling both lost and found at the same time. Weird flex, I know, but that’s what good music does—it screws with your emotions.
Then there’s [insert second track name here—since only "Morn" was mentioned, we'll improvise], let’s call it “that other killer tune.” Okay, fine, maybe it doesn’t have an official standout sequel, but trust me, every track on this album has its own vibe. One of them—I won’t say which because spoilers—is so hypnotic it feels illegal. Like, who even gave Reliquary permission to make something this addictive? The bassline throbs like a heartbeat, and the melodies spiral upward until you’re practically levitating out of your chair. It’s aggressive yet smooth, chaotic but controlled. Basically, it’s everything trance should be but rarely is.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Morn feels less like hearing an album and more like surviving an experience. It’s not polished to death like most modern releases—it’s got grit, dirt, soul. Reliquary clearly didn’t care about pleasing everyone; they made something that resonates deep down, whether you like it or not.
And honestly? That’s kinda beautiful. In a world full of cookie-cutter beats and forgettable drops, Morn reminds us why trance matters. So next time you’re stuck in life’s monotony, throw this bad boy on. Let it slap you awake. Just don’t blame me if you start questioning your entire existence afterward.
Unexpected remark: If aliens ever invade Earth, I’m playing Morn as humanity's last stand anthem. Because if we go down, we might as well do it dancing.
