Feelin’ The Feelin’ by Hot Line: A Funky Time Capsule That Still Grooves
If you’re the kind of person who digs soulful vibes with a side of disco sparkle, Feelin’ The Feelin’ by Hot Line is like finding an old vinyl in your grandma’s attic and realizing it’s pure gold. Released in 1975 on Vigor Records (because apparently, they were feeling vigorous), this album is a funky little nugget from the US that still makes your feet tap faster than you can say “bell-bottoms.”
Now, let’s talk tracks. First up, we’ve got the titular jam, "Feelin’ The Feelin’ (Stereo)." This one hits you right in the groove zone. It's smooth, sultry, and has more layers than your favorite lasagna. You know those songs where the bassline feels like it’s hugging your soul? Yeah, this is one of them. The horns pop in like uninvited but totally welcome party guests, and before you know it, you're dancing around your living room like nobody's watching.
Then there’s "Feelin’ The Feelin’ (Disco Extension)." Oh man, this version stretches out like a cat basking in sunlight. Clocking in at what feels like ten minutes of pure bliss, it takes the original track and gives it legs—long, glittery, Saturday-night-at-the-disco legs. By the time the extended breakdown rolls around, you’ll be convinced Hot Line had a crystal ball predicting the rise of club culture. It’s impossible not to imagine yourself spinning under a mirror ball while wearing something shiny and questionable.
The credits are pretty straightforward—Hot Line wrote, produced, and probably partied hard making this album. Shoutout to Sonny Tyler for executive producing, though I have no idea what that even means. Did he just nod approvingly while sipping coffee? Who knows. What matters is that the end result is tight, polished, and dripping with '70s swagger.
What sticks with me about Feelin’ The Feelin’ isn’t just its toe-tapping beats or retro charm—it’s how effortlessly it bridges genres. Soul? Check. Disco? Double check. Funk so thick you could spread it on toast? Absolutely. It’s like Hot Line threw all their favorite ingredients into a musical blender and hit “puree.” And honestly? I’m here for it.
So, if you’re looking to spice up your playlist with some vintage flair, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me when you catch yourself boogieing down in the grocery store aisle. Turns out, good music doesn’t care about expiration dates—it only cares about getting you to move. Who knew funk could be so… timeless?
P.S. If anyone knows where I can get a pair of Sonny Tyler’s alleged '70s sunglasses, hit me up.
