Some albums arrive like polite introductions. Forget In Mass kicks the door down and dares you to dance through the chaos. The debut from Gothenburg twins Sammy and Johnny Boakye Bennett—collectively Deki Alem—is a hypnotic manifesto where trip-hop haze collides with punk’s gnarl and the adrenal rush of a warehouse rave.
Born in the uneasy stillness of the pandemic, Deki Alem forged their sound with collaborators Richard Zastenker and Johannes Klahr, chasing connection when the world felt fractured. That urgency pulses through every track: this is music meant to pull strangers into the same fluctuating orbit, a reminder that community can bloom in the outskirts of normality where the unexpected appears.
Opening cut “Fun” sets the agenda with cyber-futuristic synths, breakneck drum and bass, and lyrics that slice at society’s cult of self-optimization. “That doesn’t sound like fun to me,” the brothers sneer, turning rebellion into a hook you can’t shake. “House Fire” smolders next, hypnotic and slightly detuned, its Beat-poet lyricism unraveling over a beat that feels one spark away from total combustion. By “Personal Disorder,” the album’s shadowy midpoint, the duo drags you deeper, layering trip-hop grooves pulling the audience into a seductive spiral.
The back half doesn’t exhale so much as reshape the tension. “Lucky Wheel” and “Stray Dog” flirt with moodier, downtempo textures without losing bite, while “Tip Of Your Tongue” spits its truths with clenched-fist precision beat. By the end, “Mr Man” quiet rap leaves embers glowing—a slow burn that lingers like a final, defiant stare.
What makes Forget In Mass exhilarating isn’t just the genre-bending alchemy, it’s the intention. Every distorted note feels meticulously chaotic, a paradox that embodies Deki Alem’s core message: liberation lives in disorder. Their delivery isn’t polished for mass consumption; it’s a call to shed societal sedation and give in to the primal need to move, sweat, and feel. Get rid of the norms and jump outside the system for a moment.
On stage, the duo has already earned a reputation as Sweden’s on the rise musicians, and this record captures that live-wire danger. As their European headline tour ignites in Berlin on October 29 passing through Europe’s top cities, expect nights where genre evaporates and instinct takes over.
Forget In Mass isn’t background music—it’s a full-body experience. Deki Alem aren’t here to soundtrack your day; they’re here to derail it, beautifully.
