Glad by Yulbox: A Trip Back to 2007’s Beat-Fueled Bliss
If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to get lost in a whirlwind of beats that slap harder than your morning alarm, Glad by Yulbox might just be the answer. Released in 2007 under Spain's Leima Music label, this electronic gem dives deep into trance, hard house, Euro house, and progressive trance vibes. It’s not just an album—it’s a vibe machine. And yeah, Siri Umann (the mastermind behind the madness) deserves all the credit for making it happen. From composing to mixing, they wore more hats than a thrift store owner.
Now, let me cut to the chase because I know you’re here for the tracks. There are four on this record, but two stood out like neon signs at a rave.
First up is “The Week Is Over (Hard House Rmx)”. Oh man, this one hits different. Imagine Friday night euphoria bottled into six minutes of pure energy. The beat drops so hard you’d swear it’s trying to escape the speakers. It’s got that raw, unapologetic punch of hard house with layers of synth that build and drop like waves crashing against your soul. What sticks with me? That breakdown around the midway point—it’s as if the music pauses to catch its breath before exploding again. You can’t help but move. Honestly, my legs still hurt from dancing too hard when this track came on last week. Don’t judge; we’ve all been there.
Then there’s “Glad (Extended Version)”, which feels like taking a warm bath after surviving winter. This tune is smooth, melodic, and kinda hypnotic. It doesn’t scream for attention like “The Week Is Over” does—it seduces you instead. Those lush pads and rolling basslines wrap around you like a cozy blanket. Extended versions always risk dragging on forever, but this one nails it. By the time the final crescendo hits, you’re left floating somewhere between Earth and outer space. If this song were a person, it’d definitely be the chill friend who knows how to make everyone feel good without even trying.
Of course, no review would be complete without giving props to C. Gimeno, who handled the remastering and tech stuff. They polished these tracks until they gleamed brighter than a disco ball. Hats off to them.
Reflecting on Glad, it strikes me how timeless this album feels. Sure, it’s over fifteen years old now, but its thumping heart still beats strong. Listening to it reminds me of simpler times—when phones didn’t have cameras, and people actually talked to each other at clubs. Weird, right?
Final thought? If aliens ever invade Earth, we should blast this album into space as proof that humans know how to party. Either that or they’ll think we’re insane. Either way, mission accomplished.