Album Review: Fuck Off by Jonathan Groisil & Bruno Belback
Alright, let’s dive into this wild ride of an album. Fuck Off by Jonathan Groisil and Bruno Belback is one of those electronic bangers that just doesn’t mess around. Released back in 2013 under the TRXX label outta Germany, it’s got that raw Electro House vibe that punches you right in the feels—or maybe the feet, since you’ll probably be dancing.
First off, the title track, “Fuck Off,” is exactly what you’d expect but also so much more. It’s not just some angry anthem; there’s this gritty energy to it, like a neon-lit rave in a basement somewhere. The drop? Oh man, it hits hard. You know when a beat comes in and suddenly your brain goes, “Okay, time to lose it”? That’s this track. It’s got this relentless bassline that sticks with you long after the music stops. Honestly, I caught myself humming it while waiting for my coffee the other day—and trust me, baristas don’t love electro house at 8 AM.
Then there’s “Coalition.” This one feels different, kinda like the chill cousin of “Fuck Off.” It starts off slow, almost teasing you, before building up into this massive wave of sound. There’s something hypnotic about the way the synths layer over each other, like they’re telling a story without words. If “Fuck Off” is the chaotic party starter, “Coalition” is where things get deep and moody. I remember listening to it late one night and feeling like I was floating through space or something—yeah, it’s that immersive.
What makes this album stand out isn’t just its beats (though they slap), but how unapologetically itself it is. These guys didn’t try to reinvent the wheel—they just made the wheel spin faster and louder. And honestly? That’s refreshing. Too many albums these days feel overproduced, like they’re trying too hard. Not Fuck Off. It’s got personality, edge, and zero fucks given—which, ironically, is why it gives so many fucks.
So here’s the thing: if you’re looking for background music to study or meditate to, this ain’t it. But if you wanna crank up the volume and forget your problems for a bit, this album’s got your back. Weirdly enough, listening to Fuck Off made me realize how nice it is to hear artists who aren’t afraid to be bold—even if their album title might make your grandma clutch her pearls.
Final thought: Why does nobody talk about this album anymore?! Seriously, someone needs to throw it on a playlist ASAP.
