Fuifnummers Edits 11: A Glorious Mess of House and Disco Vibes
Alright, let’s talk about Fuifnummers Edits 11. This little gem from Germany dropped in 2019 under the Oye Edits label, and man, it’s got that raw house-meets-disco energy we all secretly crave. Gratts did the edits, Kitaro mastered it, and together they cooked up something kinda magical—like finding an old vinyl at a flea market that makes your heart skip a beat.
First off, this album is pure vibes. You can tell these guys weren’t trying too hard; they just let the music do its thing. It’s not perfect, but who wants perfection anyway? Sometimes you need those rough edges to keep things real. And yeah, it’s electronic music, but there’s soul here—like someone poured their Saturday night into every track.
Now, let’s zoom in on two tracks that stuck with me. First up: “Asian Angel.” Oh my god, this one hits different. The groove builds slow, teasing you like "yo, are we gonna dance or what?" Then BAM—it drops, and suddenly you’re transported to some neon-lit underground club where everyone knows the moves but no one cares if you mess up. There’s this dreamy synth line floating over the beat, almost hypnotic, like you could listen to it forever without getting bored. I swear, every time this comes on, I end up standing way too close to strangers while nodding my head like a pigeon. Not sorry.
Then there’s “Gucci Shoes.” What even IS this track? It’s funky as hell, for starters. The bassline slaps so hard it feels illegal, and the chopped-up vocals give off serious disco fever energy. Like imagine walking through Milan during fashion week, except instead of judgmental stares, you’re vibing to this ridiculous anthem about luxury footwear. By the second chorus, you’ll wanna throw on your fanciest sneakers (or ugliest Crocs) and strut down the street like you own the place. Weirdly empowering.
Honestly, Fuifnummers Edits 11 isn’t gonna change your life or anything—but that’s okay. Sometimes albums don’t need to be profound. Sometimes they just exist to make you move, laugh, or forget whatever crappy mood you were in before hitting play. Plus, isn’t it kinda beautiful how random this whole project feels? Random tracks, random themes, random moments of brilliance. Feels like stumbling across a hidden afterparty nobody told you about.
Oh, and here’s the kicker—I listened to this album while cleaning my room once, and now I associate sparkling countertops with house music. Thanks for ruining chores forever, Gratts and Kitaro.
