Забытая Галактика – Битмейкер группы Перманент Paul Pain
Yo, let’s get straight to it. This ain’t your average hip-hop instrumental album—it’s a raw, unfiltered trip through space and sound. Released in 2013 by A-HU-LI Records (Russia repping hard), Забытая галактика is the kinda project that slaps you awake, shakes you up, then leaves you staring at the stars wondering what just hit you. No lyrics? Don’t matter. The beats speak louder than any rapper ever could.
First off, shoutout to “Метро.” Damn. That track hits like a punch in the chest from some dude on the last train home after a shitty day. It’s cold, mechanical, but somehow still human—like walking alone through an empty subway station at 3 AM. You feel every echo, every heartbeat buried in the drums. It sticks with you because it’s not just music; it’s atmosphere. Feels like being trapped in someone else’s bad dream, but you don’t wanna leave. Wild, right?
Then there’s “Андромеда.” If “Метро” is the underground, this one’s the cosmos. Smooth as hell, futuristic synths floating around like you’re drifting between planets. But don’t get it twisted—it ain’t all chill vibes. There’s tension here, too, like you’re waiting for something big to happen. Spoiler: it doesn’t. And maybe that’s the point. Life in space probably sucks anyway.
The rest of the tracks? Solid. Tracks like “Саркофаг” and “Темп” keep things moving, while cuts like “Прощай” bring the emotional weight without overdoing it. Even the weird ones like “Морковь” (yeah, carrot) add flavor to the mix. Ain’t no filler here—just straight bangers designed to make your brain buzz.
But here’s the kicker: despite all its polish—or maybe because of it—this album feels kinda lonely. Like, yeah, it’s dope as hell, but listening to it feels like standing in a crowded room where nobody knows your name. Maybe that’s intentional. Or maybe Paul Pain just really likes making people uncomfortable. Who knows?
Bottom line: Забытая галактика isn’t perfect, but it’s unforgettable. It’s the kind of record that stays stuck in your head long after the last beat fades out. So if you’re looking for something different, something real, cop this. Just don’t blame me when you start hearing echoes of “Метро” in your sleep. Shit’ll haunt you.
Oh, and random thought: why does instrumental hip-hop always sound better when it’s freezing outside? Fucked if I know.
