‘Funk The Party Up’ started playing last weekend and there was this guy on the other side of the dance floor watching me. I stared back. Within seconds we’re moving toward each other and then we’re pressed together, hips synced to that relentless beat. His hands found my waist during “dress me down to the beat” and we’re grinding through the entire song, sweating, breathless, both of us grinning because we know exactly where this is heading.
Two songs later I’m leading him into the club bathroom, his mouth is already on my neck and my back is against the door while someone’s pounding to get in. The bass rattles through the wall. His hands are up my thighs. My dress is bunched around my waist. I’m working on his belt and failing spectacularly. The lock on this bathroom door is absolute shit but we’re way past giving a fuck. We’re laughing and breathing hard but we’re not stopping. He lifts me onto the sink and I’m wrapping my legs around him, biting down on his shoulder to stay quiet when honestly we’re fooling nobody. That’s what Jacquie Pierce made here – a song that doesn’t just soundtrack the night, it fucking propels it forward until you’re making decisions you’ll replay in your head for weeks.
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Jacquie calls her sound Drama-Pop. Makes sense – ‘Funk The Party Up’ is the most dramatic, theatrical three minutes of your night. It’s giving Black Eyed Peas’ early 2000s club energy meets Charli XCX’s modern electro-pop polish. Canadian producer wasnaught built this thing to move bodies. When Pierce sings “hips like purr, catch it with your tongue before the ice hits the floor,” she’s describing what happens on the dance floor when everyone’s a little drunk, a little reckless, and fully committed to whatever comes next.
The production is fucking relentless. From the opening beat, there’s this hypnotic quality that just builds and builds. When she sings “I see you dancing, sweet romancin’, on a girl just like me, infatuated, toxicated,” you can feel the room getting hotter. Then she hits “sweaty heavy, bodies packed and moving deadly” and it’s exactly that – everybody pressed in tight, moving together, and Jacquie’s vocals layer over each other with this urgency that feels almost frantic. Co-writer ShayneStartedIt and Pierce crafted verses that read like snapshots from the middle of the dance floor when inhibitions are down and the night could go anywhere.
What makes this track hit so hard is how unapologetically sexual it gets while staying playful. “Eyes locked to the beat of your curves, slowly breaking me down like the end of the world” is Jacquie describing that moment when someone’s watching you move and you know exactly what they’re thinking. The tension is thick. Then she pivots straight into “late nights tryna misbehave, boy I’m thinkin that it’s time we raise the stakes, don’t pump the breaks” and suddenly we’re accelerating toward something inevitable. When she commands “step up on it, say you want it boy you got it,” there’s zero ambiguity left. The double entendre throughout is shameless in the best way. This is a song about dancing that’s absolutely about more than dancing.
Jacquie is an Edmonton artist building something theatrical and big. She describes every song as a love letter to who she’s becoming, turning inner monologues into pop epics. On ‘Funk The Party Up,’ that means celebrating the version of yourself that shows up at underground parties ready to lose control for a few hours. Her voice shifts between sweet and commanding, especially when she drops “hypnotizer, come and follow my lead, boy come get closer, let me show you all the ways to be free.” She’s in charge. She knows it. And the production backs her up with those pounding beats and synth layers that won’t let up.
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Brad Smith’s mixing gives everything this clean, expensive sheen while keeping the raw energy intact. You can hear every detail, every vocal stack, every percussive hit. It sounds massive in headphones and even better in a club where the bass can actually shake through you. The breakdown sections pull back for a second before ramping up again. Jacquie loops “we’re gonna funk the party up” and by then you’ve stopped caring about consequences. The night has fucking momentum and you’re just following it.
This is summer euphoria distilled into three and a half minutes. Jacquie Pierce has a dark, thriller-inspired mixtape coming soon, but ‘Funk The Party Up’ is pure hedonistic joy. You feel invincible at 1am with four drinks in you when someone mentions an after-party. The song says be messy, follow that feeling when someone’s staring at you, stop thinking so goddamn much and just move. Jacquie gets that the best nights aren’t the ones you planned carefully – they’re the ones where a song like this comes on and suddenly everything feels possible.
‘Funk The Party Up’ belongs in every pregame playlist, every house party queue, every moment when you’re deciding whether to play it safe or say fuck it and see what happens. Stream this immediately and let it soundtrack your worst decisions.
