My first EDM message
Last weekend I was walking around a carnival and got absolutely blasted with good old-school EDM. So much so that I kept instinctively pulling out my phone to use Shazam. Right before the bumper cars started, they kept playing a snippet of Go by Avancada — and instantly, I was hooked.
Everything about that track just works. The drums, percussion, and synths flow together perfectly without sounding too perfect. And that’s exactly what makes it so good. A lot of modern EDM sounds like it’s been run through fifteen plugins, three AI filters, and a NASA supercomputer. Everything is tightened up, polished, and so clinically clean that it sometimes feels like the soul has been scrubbed out of it.
With Go, you can still hear that human rough edge. It’s not overly quantized, not smothered in processing, and it doesn’t try to stack a hundred layers of sound on top of each other. Because of that, the track breathes. It feels alive. Like someone simply wanted to make an insanely good track instead of a mathematically perfect Spotify production.
And that feeling… the urge to completely lose your mind the second the beat kicks in… I honestly get that way less from newer tracks.
It instantly took me back to the days of the Explosive Car Tuning CDs. I played those things to death. Back then my car was about as sturdy as an empty soda can, so not all of the speakers survived that era either. I genuinely blew a few of them because, naturally, I thought volume level 30 was still “totally fine.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
Still, it’s such a great time to look back on. Music felt more tangible back then somehow. You actually had something in your hands: a CD wallet full of favorites, scratched-up cases, discs scattered all over the car. Nowadays everything is digital, hidden away somewhere in a cloud you barely ever think about.
Maybe that’s also why I still sometimes walk into thrift stores just to browse through old CDs. Just to hold one of those cases again and bring back that feeling from years ago. That moment when you finally got your hands on your new favorite CD and already knew: this is going to play non-stop for the next three months.
But one thing about music will never change: it will always bring memories back to the surface.