Matroda’s distorted basslines meet KLP’s courtroom diction on “Bullshit,” clearing the floor of pretenders
Matroda and KLP have released “Bullshit,” a Croatia-meets-Australia broadside dropped on October 24 via Insomniac Records. The record is less a single than a filtration system, sifting clout-choked air until pulse remains. Matroda’s relentless tech-house chassis—distorted basslines, crisp hi-hats, stabbing synths—drives like a night bus, while KLP’s commanding lead slices through the mix with courtroom diction and club venom. She addresses the counterfeit and the clout-addled without euphemism, converting scorn into meter. Indeed, every eight bars feel like a cross-examination: tension ratchets, FX hiss, and the kick returns like a gavel. The comedic wink of the title curdles into defiance; this is a no-nonsense indie dance dispatch engineered to clear the room of pretenders and crown the faithful with sweat.
The vibe is triumphal and transferable—listener as bouncer of their boundaries. You don’t hear the groove; you metabolize it, shoulders upgrading to pistons as the topline repeats its callout with aerodynamic bite. Moreover, the arrangement understands economy, while preaching discipline: vocal stabs and percussive puncta leave negative space that amplifies authority, while the breakdown thins to a wire before detonating into a bass-gnarled drop built for warehouse catharsis. KLP’s timbre is indignant yet surgical, never over-sung; Matroda’s production is gritty but high-def, the kind of mix that survives on rigs and sweaty basements alike. However, what lingers after the final hit is not adrenaline; it is permission—permission to name fakery without apology, to dance like a verdict, to treat “Bullshit” as both soundtrack and shield.
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