Early Mourning by Supermarket Science: A Wild Ride Through Industrial Chaos
Let’s cut the crap—Supermarket Science’s Early Mourning is not your grandma’s electronic album. Released in 1990 on ASD Records, this US-born beast of a record slams together industrial grit, New Beat vibes, and experimental madness like it’s trying to break free from its own circuits. It’s chaotic, unapologetic, and kinda genius if you’re into that raw, unhinged sound.
The standout track? “Nite Mix.” Holy hell, this thing hits hard. Imagine being chased through a neon-lit alleyway while someone throws acid-dipped drum machines at you. That’s “Nite Mix” in a nutshell. The bassline pulsates like a heart about to explode, and those synth stabs feel like they’re punching you right in the soul. You don’t listen to this track—you survive it. And yeah, maybe that’s why it sticks with me. It’s relentless, ugly, beautiful noise that refuses to sit still.
Then there’s “Early Mourning (Club Version).” This one’s got swagger for days. It’s darker than midnight in an abandoned factory but somehow makes you wanna move. The beat drags you in, all hypnotic and dirty, like some sleazy robot seducing you on the dancefloor. There’s something haunting about how the melodies twist around each other—it feels like mourning, sure, but also like liberation. Like grief wrapped up in strobe lights and sweat. If you’re looking for happy-go-lucky beats, keep walking. This ain’t it.
And let’s be real—the whole album reeks of late-night rebellion. Tracks like “Acid Mix” throw gasoline on the fire, melting faces with squelchy synths and jagged rhythms. Even the radio edit of “Early Mourning” can’t tone down the chaos completely—it’s just polished enough to trick people into thinking it’s tame before it rips their heads off.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Early Mourning feels like eavesdropping on a secret conversation between machines plotting humanity’s downfall. But instead of freaking out, you kinda root for them. Weird, right? Maybe that says more about us than the music. Or maybe Supermarket Science just knew exactly what buttons to press—and smash—to leave a mark.
So yeah, give this album a spin if you’ve got guts and headphones sturdy enough to handle the assault. Just don’t blame me when it rewires your brain.
