Bushido by Soma And Animal Machine: A Noise-Fueled Trip You Won’t Forget
If you’re into music that punches you in the gut and leaves your brain buzzing, Bushido by Soma And Animal Machine is probably already on your radar—or it damn well should be. Released back in 2009 under Japan’s Sodoma Record, this album doesn’t just sit in the “Electronic” genre; it smashes through walls with its raw, chaotic Noise style. It's like someone took a blender to a circuit board and hit "puree." Honestly? I wasn’t ready for it, but once it got its hooks in me, there was no letting go.
The title track, Bushido, hits hard right out of the gate. The moment those distorted synths kick in, it feels like standing too close to an overloaded speaker at a rave. But instead of being annoying, it’s… liberating. Like, yeah, my ears were ringing, but they were also dancing. There’s something almost primal about how the layers build up—it starts off jagged and messy, then spirals into this hypnotic rhythm that feels both alien and familiar. By the end, you realize you’ve been holding your breath without even noticing. Wild stuff.
Then there’s another standout (though naming tracks here gets tricky since info’s sparse). Let’s call it Track X because why not? This one sneaks up on you. At first, it’s all staticky whispers, like ghosts arguing in binary code. Then BAM—this massive wave of feedback crashes over everything, and suddenly you’re not listening anymore; you’re feeling it. Every pulse vibrates somewhere deep inside your chest, like the music knows exactly where to poke. These moments stick with you long after the headphones come off.
Animal Machine handled the artwork too, which totally fits the vibe. It’s grimy, abstract, and kinda unsettling—just like the sounds within. You can tell these guys weren’t trying to make something pretty or polished. They wanted to rip open a vein and let the noise bleed out onto the canvas.
Thinking back on Bushido, it’s weird how personal it feels despite being so abrasive. Most albums try to meet you halfway, but this one forces you to step into its world. And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable. Listening to it feels less like entertainment and more like surviving some kind of audio storm.
So yeah, if you’re looking for background tunes while sipping coffee, maybe skip this one. But if you want music that grabs you by the throat and shakes until you see stars? Hit play. Just don’t blame me when your neighbors start banging on the walls.
P.S. Fun fact: Apparently “bushido” means “the way of the warrior.” Makes sense, considering this album fights dirty.
