Electro Volt Down 2 Earth by Space Frog: A Hard Trance Gem from '98
Alright, let’s talk about Electro Volt Down 2 Earth by Space Frog. This album came out in 1998 under Energized Records, a label that knew how to crank out some serious electronic bangers back in the day. It’s pure hard trance goodness, straight outta Germany, and it hits like a freight train fueled by neon lights and adrenaline.
Now, this isn’t one of those albums where every track blends into the next. No, sir. The two standout tracks here are “Down 2 Earth” and “Electro Volt,” and lemme tell ya why they stick with you.
First up, “Down 2 Earth.” Man, this track is an absolute vibe. It starts off all moody and atmospheric, like you're floating through space or something (hence the name Space Frog, I guess?). Then BAM—those pounding beats kick in, and suddenly you’re not just floating anymore; you’re sprinting across a dance floor at 3 AM. The synths have this raw edge to them, gritty but still melodic enough to make your head nod uncontrollably. You know when a song feels like it was made for late-night drives through empty city streets? Yeah, that’s “Down 2 Earth.”
Then there’s “Electro Volt.” If “Down 2 Earth” is the brooding introvert, “Electro Volt” is its hyperactive sibling who won’t stop talking. This track is relentless—it grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you until you can’t help but move. The bassline is so punchy it could probably double as a workout playlist. What really gets me, though, is how catchy the main riff is. Even after the music stops, it lingers in your brain like leftover glitter from a rave. Annoying? Maybe. Awesome? Absolutely.
What makes Electro Volt Down 2 Earth special is its energy. It doesn’t try too hard to be cool or polished—it just does what it does, loud and proud. And honestly, sometimes that’s exactly what you need in a hard trance record. It’s messy, chaotic, and kinda beautiful in its own way.
Fun fact: Listening to this album now kinda feels like stepping into a time machine. Not because it sounds dated—far from it—but because it reminds me of a simpler era when raving meant dodgy warehouses and glow sticks, not fancy festivals with overpriced tickets.
So yeah, if you’re into hard trance or just wanna hear some killer tunes from the late '90s, give this baby a spin. Just don’t blame me if you find yourself accidentally booking flights to Berlin because you suddenly feel the urge to chase down underground clubs. Trust me, it happens.
