Album Review: 55 by Taxi – A Forgotten Italodance Gem
Alright, let’s talk about 55 by Taxi. This little slice of synth heaven came out way back in ‘81, and if you’re into that retro electronic vibe with a Spanish twist, this one’s worth your time. It’s not perfect, but it’s got character—and honestly, isn’t that what makes albums stick?
First off, the genre here is Italodance, which might sound fancy, but really just means bouncy beats and shiny synths made for dancing like nobody's watching (or maybe they are, who cares?). The label Edi-Master didn’t exactly blow up the charts globally, but hey, they gave us this quirky piece of work.
Now, onto the tracks. “Disco Avenue” hits hard right from the start—it’s got this pulsing rhythm that feels like cruising down a neon-lit street at night. You know those moments when you're vibing so hard to a song that you forget where you are? Yeah, that happened to me with this track. It’s simple, sure, but there’s something addictive about how the melody loops around and pulls you in. Plus, it’s impossible not to tap your foot along to it.
Then there’s “Five, Five.” I mean, come on, even the title screams fun. It’s repetitive as heck, but in the best possible way. There’s no deep meaning or lyrical genius—just pure energy packed into a few minutes of blissful chaos. Honestly, I can’t unhear it now; every time I think of this album, this track pops up first. It’s kinda wild how something so basic can burrow itself into your brain like that.
Maria Gispert I Bofi gets credit for the design, and while I’m no art critic, the cover fits the vibe—simple, bold, and slightly mysterious. And props to Atlanta for writing these tunes. Whoever they are, they clearly knew how to craft earworms without overthinking things.
Reflecting on 55, it’s funny how music like this survives decades later. Most people probably haven’t heard of Taxi or their lone album, yet here we are talking about it. Maybe that’s the magic of niche genres—they don’t need mass appeal to leave an impression. So yeah, give 55 a spin if you stumble across it. Just don’t blame me if “Five, Five” ends up stuck in your head for days.
