Spuck Blut by Stixx: A Raw Slice of Austrian Hip Hop That Still Hits Hard
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—this album ain’t perfect. It doesn’t try to be either. Spuck Blut by Stixx is like that unfiltered friend who says exactly what’s on their mind without sugarcoating it. Released back in 2007 under Lowtechrecords, this Austrian hip hop gem feels raw, gritty, and real as hell. And honestly? That’s why I can’t stop coming back to it.
First off, shoutout to the producers Final Cut (track A) and Toys R Fuct (track B). They didn’t just slap beats together—they crafted something with weight. Like, when you press play, you feel it in your chest. DJ Takonedoe adds some scratch magic here and there, giving the tracks that old-school vibe that reminds me of late-night cipher sessions where everyone’s hyped but no one gives a damn about being polished. The star of the show though? Stixx himself. Dude spits bars like he means every word, and trust me, you believe him.
Now, onto the tracks. There are only two songs officially listed—"Spuck Blut" and its remix—but man, do they pack a punch. Let’s start with the original version of “Spuck Blut.” This track slaps so hard because it feels personal. You can hear the hunger in Stixx’s voice, like he’s got something to prove—not just to us listeners, but maybe even to himself. The beat hits heavy, almost industrial-sounding at times, which pairs perfectly with his aggressive flow. When he repeats the hook, it’s not catchy in a pop-radio way; it’s more like a chant that gets stuck in your head because it sounds pissed-off and urgent all at once.
Then there’s the remix. Oh, the remix. If the original was fire, this one throws gasoline on it. The production shifts slightly, adding layers that make it sound bigger, badder, louder. It’s still dark and gritty, but now it’s like watching someone flip a switch mid-performance. Suddenly, everything clicks into place—the rhythm, the scratches from DJ Takonedoe, and Stixx’s delivery. There’s this moment near the end where his voice cracks just a little, and instead of thinking, “Oops, mistake,” you’re like, “Damn, that felt real.” That’s the kind of authenticity you don’t always find these days.
What sticks with me most about Spuck Blut is how unapologetically itself it is. No glossy packaging, no overproduced nonsense. Just pure, uncut energy. Listening to it feels like stepping into another world—one where rules don’t matter, and all that counts is saying what needs to be said.
Here’s the weird part though: after listening to this album, I started wondering if vampires listen to hip hop too. Like, would they vibe with “Spuck Blut”? Okay, random thought, I know, but hey—that’s what happens when an album makes you think outside the box.
So yeah, give Spuck Blut a spin if you’re tired of cookie-cutter rap and want something that bites back.
