Album Review: Before It’s Too Late by Zombies! Organize!!
Released in 2008, Before It’s Too Late by Zombies! Organize!! is a genre-bending project that blends Pop and Electronic influences with styles like Electro, Hip Hop, and Chiptune. Hailing from the US, this album was released under P.B.C. Kd Records and as a self-released effort via Not On Label (Zombies! Organize!! Self-released). The result? A chaotic yet oddly cohesive experience that feels like a retro arcade game crashing into a dystopian mall.
The tracklist itself reads like a fever dream of cultural commentary and absurdity. Songs like “F-Bombs & 1UPs” and “Crunk In The Mall Or: How America’s Consumer Culture Has Created A Nation Of Zombies” stand out for their sharp wit and infectious energy. These aren’t just songs—they’re satirical soundscapes that reflect on consumerism, identity, and the digital age.
Take “F-Bombs & 1UPs,” for example. This banger slaps harder than it has any right to, blending chiptune bleeps with hip-hop swagger. It’s impossible not to bob your head while questioning whether society's obsession with gaming culture has gone too far. The lyrics are punchy, almost confrontational, but delivered with such playful irreverence that you can’t help but laugh along. Then there’s “Crunk In The Mall…”, which feels like an over-the-top PSA gone wrong. Its heavy beats and glitchy synths create an atmosphere both hypnotic and unsettling—a perfect metaphor for mindless consumerism.
What makes Before It’s Too Late memorable isn’t just its eclectic mix of genres or quirky song titles; it’s how Zombies! Organize!! manages to balance humor with critique. Tracks like “I Like Turtles” and “Robotacus” lean into meme-worthy absurdity, while deeper cuts like “Zombie Manifesto” hint at something more philosophical beneath the surface. Even the repetition of certain tracks (like alternate versions of “F-Bombs & 1UPs”) feels intentional, echoing the cyclical nature of modern life.
If I had one gripe, it’d be that some moments feel overly chaotic—almost like sensory overload. But maybe that’s the point. After all, living in a world dominated by screens, ads, and endless noise often feels chaotic too.
In the end, Before It’s Too Late is less of an album and more of a multimedia art piece disguised as music. Listening to it feels like stepping into a time capsule from 2008, except instead of nostalgia, you’re met with a mirror reflecting our current obsessions. And honestly? That’s kinda wild. Who knew zombie-themed electro jams could hit so close to home?
Final thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably be that eccentric friend who always says weird stuff but somehow makes total sense when you think about it later.
