Dynamite CD 21: A Wild Ride Through Rock’s Rowdiest Corners
If you’re the kind of person who digs raw energy, twangy guitars, and a dash of chaos in your music, Dynamite CD 21 might just blow your socks off. Released in 2010 by KickStart Music outta Germany, this compilation is like a jukebox that got hit by lightning—spitting out tracks from genres like Rock & Roll, Rockabilly, Psychobilly, and Surf. It's not perfect, but dang if it ain’t fun.
The album kicks off with “Bastard,” and holy smokes, does it set the tone. This track feels like someone took Elvis, threw him into a mosh pit, and told him to figure it out. The vocals are gritty, the guitar riffs slap hard, and there’s this rebellious swagger that sticks with ya long after the song ends. You can almost picture some greaser revving his motorcycle while blasting this tune at full volume. It’s one of those tracks where you don’t know whether to dance or start a fight—but either way, you’re hooked.
Another standout is “Railway Track.” Now, I’m no poet, but this song hits different. There’s something haunting about the melody, like an old train chugging through a ghost town at midnight. The lyrics aren’t trying too hard—they’re simple yet kinda profound, y’know? And man, whoever played those surf-inspired guitar licks deserves a medal. Every time I hear it, I get this weird urge to grab my leather jacket and hop on a train going… well, anywhere.
The rest of the album keeps things spicy with bangers like “Fuck The Scene” (which is exactly as punk as it sounds) and “Head Over Heels,” which brings back that retro vibe without feeling stale. Even the ballads, like “Can’t Live Here Anymore,” have their charm, though they’re not gonna make anyone cry into their beer unless they’ve had six already.
Props go to the crew behind the scenes, too. Melanie Orner nailed the artwork—it’s bold, loud, and matches the album’s chaotic spirit. Gerd Stassen did a bang-up job mastering these tunes, making sure every snare crack and bassline punches you right in the gut. And let’s not forget Ella Pippistrella for curating this wild mixtape of madness.
So yeah, Dynamite CD 21 isn’t gonna win any Grammys, but that’s not really the point, is it? It’s messy, unpredictable, and packed with enough attitude to fill a hundred dive bars. Listening to it feels like stumbling into a secret gig where everyone knows the words except you—and somehow, that makes it even better.
Oh, and here’s the kicker: halfway through writing this review, I realized I’d been spelling “Psychobilly” wrong all along. Guess that’s what happens when you let a bunch of rowdy Germans hijack your playlist.
