Alright, let’s dive into Way Up, Austin Mahone’s 2016 album that kinda flew under the radar but still had some gems worth talking about. Released under A.M. Music and Mr. 305 (yeah, Pitbull’s label—random, right?), this project blends pop and pop/rock vibes with a slick, youthful energy. It’s not perfect, but it sticks to your brain like gum on a hot day.
First off, the title track “Way Up” is where Mahone really shines. The beat hits you immediately—it’s one of those tracks that makes you wanna roll the windows down and blast it, even if you’re just cruising to the grocery store. What I love most is how smooth his voice sounds over the bouncy production. There’s no crazy lyrical depth here, sure, but sometimes you don’t need that. Sometimes you just want something fun, catchy, and easy to vibe with. And honestly? That hook? Stuck in my head for days. Like, I couldn’t shake it—not even after five cups of coffee and a shower.
Another standout has gotta be… well, also called “Way Up.” Okay, so maybe the album doesn’t reinvent the wheel when it comes to track variety, but hear me out. This version feels more stripped-back, almost like an acoustic redo or alternate take. It gives the song a whole new mood—less party anthem, more chill hangout jam. You can actually hear the emotion in his voice this time around, which adds a layer of authenticity that the first version skips over. It’s simple, yeah, but simplicity works here.
Listening to this album takes me back to summer nights spent doing absolutely nothing important yet feeling unstoppable. Like, who cares if life wasn’t figured out as long as tunes like these were playing? But here’s the thing: while Way Up isn’t groundbreaking, it reminds me why we listen to music in the first place—to feel something, however small.
And hey, fun fact—if someone told me Pitbull helped put this together without hearing the album, I’d never guess. No shade to Pitbull; it’s just wild how little his signature flair shows up here. Anyway, give Way Up a spin if you’re looking for nostalgia wrapped in a carefree package. Just don’t blame me if you end up humming “Way Up” all week.
