Funk It by Gregori Klosman: A Wild Ride Through Electro Bliss
Man, if you’re into that gritty, dance-floor-shaking electro vibe, Funk It by Gregori Klosman is the kind of album that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. Released back in 2014 under Fool's Gold Clubhouse (shoutout to them for always bringing the heat), this US-born gem hits hard with its unapologetic energy and raw beats. It’s not perfect—nothing ever is—but damn, it’s fun as hell.
Let me tell ya about the title track, “Funk It.” This one slaps so hard I almost forgot my own name the first time I heard it. The bassline? Insane. Like, proper chest-rattling stuff. And those synths? They just swirl around your head like neon lights on a Saturday night. You can feel Klosman having a blast while making this—it’s messy but intentional, wild but calculated. There’s something addictive about how chaotic yet polished it feels at the same time. Honestly, every time this track comes on, I end up dancing like nobody’s watching… even when people are watching.
Then there’s another banger—I think it was Track 3? Whatever, who cares about numbers, right? Let’s call it what it felt like: pure adrenaline wrapped in sound. The drop hits you outta nowhere, and suddenly you're sprinting through an imaginary cityscape lit up by lasers and bad decisions. Yeah, it’s THAT kind of moment. If you’ve got headphones on, crank ‘em up because the layers here are insane. Every little tweak and squelch feels like it belongs exactly where it is, like Klosman sat there tweaking knobs until his fingers bled. Or maybe he didn’t. Idk, but it sounds like he did.
What makes Funk It stick with me isn’t just the music itself—it’s the attitude. This ain’t some pretentious art project; it’s a party starter. Sure, some tracks might blur together after a few listens, but isn’t that kinda the point? It’s less about overthinking and more about losing yourself in the groove. That’s rare these days.
And honestly? As much as I love diving deep into albums and finding hidden meanings, sometimes all you need is something that makes you move. Listening to this record reminds me why I fell in love with electronic music in the first place—it’s freedom disguised as noise. Oh, and also? It made me realize my neighbors hate bass drops. So… thanks for that, Gregori.
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth, we should totally blast this album at them. Either they’ll surrender immediately or join us on the dance floor. Either way, win-win.
