Review by Dami
City Soul Level Three by Soultec: A Drum n Bass Beatdown You Can’t Ignore
Alright, let’s get straight to it. City Soul Level Three by Soultec isn’t just another album in the electronic scene—it’s a punch-to-the-gut reminder of why Drum n Bass still slaps harder than most genres out there. Released back in 2011 under Textures Music Group (shoutout to the U.S.), this record doesn’t mess around. It’s raw, relentless, and unapologetically chaotic—exactly how DnB should be.
Now, I gotta talk about two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a sneaker. First up, “It’s Jazz.” Yeah, you heard me right. This track flips jazz vibes into something completely unhinged. The bassline? Pure filth. It growls at you like a pissed-off beast while those sax riffs slice through your brain like butter. Every beat feels like it's daring you to keep up, but honestly? You can’t. Your head will bob so hard you'll think it's possessed. That moment when the drums drop out and come crashing back in? Forget about it. Goosebumps for days.
Then there’s “East Meets West,” which is basically a culture clash inside your headphones. This one’s got an insane mix of Eastern melodies layered over razor-sharp breaks. It’s hypnotic as hell until BAM—you’re hit with these thunderous kicks that feel like they’re trying to rearrange your insides. There’s no chill here; it grabs you by the throat and drags you across continents without asking permission. If you don’t rewind this track at least once, you’re lying to yourself.
The rest of the album ain’t bad either—tracks like “Back 2 Back” and “Waiting For You” bring their own heat, though they don’t quite hit the same way as the standouts. Still, the whole thing flows together like one big adrenaline rush, keeping you hooked from start to finish.
Here’s the kicker: listening to City Soul Level Three feels less like hearing music and more like surviving a storm. It’s messy, loud, and kinda dangerous—but damn if it doesn’t leave you wanting more. And maybe that’s the point. In a world full of polished garbage drowning in filters and fake emotions, Soultec reminds us what real energy sounds like.
Oh, and before I go—did anyone else notice how the album cover looks like someone spilled paint on a circuit board? Weird flex, but I respect it.
