Okay, babes, you know that moment when you’re dead tired, sweaty from a day of hauling boxes up some third-floor walk-up, and your back is screaming—but your bestie hits play on a track so filthy-funky-sexy that suddenly you’re putting on lashes and heels and deciding yes, we are hitting the damn club tonight? That was me this weekend.
My girl was moving into her new place—kitchen stuff everywhere, us eating Trader Joe’s spring rolls off a paper towel, giggling and half-delirious—and she queued up Looking For More Soul by Tora Woloshin, and everything changed. We stood there, surrounded by chaos, and just vibed. It was like the universe whispered, “Fuck the stress, go dance it out.” And who are we to argue with the universe?
This track is nu-disco sex magic, plain and simple. It’s the kind of beat that grabs you by the waist and doesn’t ask permission before pulling you to the floor.
“It’s not right till you can feel the music / I won’t lie I’ve been feeling this one.” Tora lets you know this isn’t background noise. This is the moment. This is foreplay for your weekend. Tora’s voice slinks in like satin sheets and tequila on an empty stomach—dangerous, delicious, and absolutely the right kind of wrong.
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“Keep it light you won’t hear conversations / Just my type can’t hear anyone.” God yes. The soundscape is heavy on groove, light on bullshit. This isn’t a night for chit-chat—it’s for feeling it.
“I’m making loooooove with the dance floor / I’m in looooove making it mine.” I felt that in my hips. Like, yes, girl, claim that floor, make it yours, wear it like a fuck-me-red lipstick. And when she hits us with “Cuz I know where it goes / My asset on the floor,” tell me that isn’t the most decadent, cheeky lyric you’ve heard this month. She’s not here to be modest. She’s here to be seen.
The vibe here? It’s sticky club floors, strangers with chemistry, glitter in your bra, and that one drink that pushes you from flirty to feral. It’s that exact moment when the bass drops, and you realize you’re not just dancing—you’re communing.
“I feel live when you’re here in my presence / I get high when you’re feeling me up / I feel like I want to be thankful for your energy on the floor.” This is dancefloor intimacy—sweat and seduction without needing to say a damn word. She captures that sacred chaos of losing yourself with someone, not to someone.
Tora Woloshin isn’t just singing. She’s summoning. You might remember her from The X Factor (yes, Simon Cowell did mentor her, no big deal), or maybe you caught her on tour with B.o.B. or opening for icons like Ne-Yo, Pink, Flo Rida, and Method Man. She’s a firestorm of talent, multiracial, multitalented, and magnetic as hell. She’s a singer, songwriter, dancer, actress, model, and filmmaker. Tora’s life sounds like the kind of badass montage you’d see in a movie—starting to perform at four years old, dropping self-produced EPs at thirteen, then globe-hopping from Miami radio tours to choreographing her own show in China. And now she’s deep in her visual era, studying film at the San Francisco Art Institute and weaving her soul into every medium she touches.
This isn’t some “oh she sings, too” situation. This woman lives and breathes performance and transformation. She’s been through real shit, and instead of letting it break her, she alchemized it. She’s not chasing a trend—she’s redefining genre, reinventing her sound, and turning the dance floor into her altar.
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“Right, I know it’s a goal / I’ve been looking for more soul / Looking for more soul / Looking for more soul.”
She repeats it like a truth echoing through every glitter-drenched, body-high moment of the song. She’s not just chasing a vibe—she’s chasing meaning. She’s chasing release. And aren’t we all?
So whether you’re pushing through exhaustion with a half-empty bottle of wine and a full heart or getting ready to grind the heartbreak out under strobe lights, “Looking For More Soul” is the anthem. It’s disco therapy with a fuck-it attitude.
Add it to your get dressed to slay playlist. Play it while you contour. Blast it while you pick out your tightest dress. Tora Woloshin gave us the soundtrack to our next legendary night out—and trust me, it deserves to be played loud.
Now, let’s go make love on the dance floor.
