Rooftops by Rodrick: A Techno Slugfest That Hits Hard
Alright, let’s get this straight—Rodrick’s Rooftops isn’t here to hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings in your ear. This 2017 techno banger from the US, released under Eggz label, punches you right in the gut and doesn’t apologize for it. It’s raw, unfiltered electronic chaos, and damn if it doesn’t stick with you.
Take “The Curse,” for example. This track is like being chased through a dark alley by something you can’t see but feel breathing down your neck. The beat builds slow at first, teasing you like it's got all the time in the world, but then BAM—it drops harder than a brick through a window. You don’t just hear “The Curse”; you live it. Every pulse feels like it’s vibrating inside your skull, making you wanna move whether you’re on a dancefloor or stuck in traffic. And yeah, maybe that bassline will haunt you later, but hey, isn’t that what good music does?
Then there’s the title track, “Rooftops.” If “The Curse” is the predator hunting you, “Rooftops” is the moment you jump off the edge of the building because you’ve got nothing left to lose. Its synth lines are sharp as broken glass, slicing through the mix while the rhythm pounds relentlessly beneath. There’s this weird tension in the air when you listen—like you're standing on the edge of something big, dangerous even. When the drop hits, it’s not just loud; it’s angry. Like the song knows exactly how chaotic life gets and decided to reflect that back at you tenfold.
What sticks most about these tracks? They don’t try too hard to be cool or polished. Instead, they embrace their grittiness, their flaws, their fuck-you attitude. In a world full of overproduced beats designed to numb your brain, Rooftops reminds you that music can still bite.
Here’s the kicker though: after listening to this album, I couldn’t help but think…what if Rodrick wasn’t making music at all? What if he was just venting his frustrations into a machine, letting it spit out whatever came out? Maybe that’s why it feels so real. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it. Either way, one thing’s clear—you won’t forget Rooftops anytime soon.
