FRATPACKER WORLD.

Let’s be real – movie soundtracks don’t always hit the way they used to. But every once in a while, something loud, fast, and full of flavor pulls up to remind us just how fun vibing to a movie album can be. And this year, that something is the F1: The Album soundtrack.

Built around the adrenaline-fueled world of Formula 1 racing, this album doesn’t just match the energy of the film – it amplifies it. Think turbo-charged production, genre-blending collabs, and a lineup that reads like a global streaming chart. If the film is the engine, this soundtrack is the NOS (yes I’m going to have a lot car references here, its fun).

Roddy Ricch glides onto the track with what might be the highlight of the album. His song, “Take Control,” is all speed, and soul. There’s a moody piano loop sitting beneath slick drums, and Roddy floats on the beat like he’s weaving through traffic on the Monaco circuit. It’s cinematic without being corny – the kind of track you throw on during a late-night drive and instantly feel like you’re in your own high-stakes car chase. It’s signature Roddy, but with a bigger scope, built for wide screens and surround sound.

Then there’s Don Toliver, who brings his signature psychedelic slickness to the pit lane. His track, “RPM,” feels like it was recorded at 200km/h under neon lights. He’s crooning in autotuned layers over a warped synthscape, like Travis Scott’s Astroworld met Tokyo Drift. There’s a strange comfort in how futuristic it sounds – like you’re not just watching F1, you’re inside the cockpit.

No global soundtrack is complete without an African powerhouse-and Burna Boy shows up with “Lights Out,” a percussive banger that brings a whole new rhythm to the race. There’s something wild about hearing Burna’s deep vocals drift over an uptempo beat designed to mimic the chaos of pit stops and power-ups. It’s a dance record. It’s a flex anthem. It’s Burna in full control – and the only thing more exciting than the song is imagining it blasting during a race scene while sparks fly from the back of a Ferrari (shout out to Lewis Hamilton).

The Album doesn’t feel like an afterthought. It feels like a true companion to the film – like someone actually cared about how these songs make you feel while watching the action unfold. From track one, you’re dropped into a soundscape that mirrors the thrill of the circuit: speed, risk, precision, and style.

But here’s the secret sauce: even if you never watch the movie, the album slaps on its own. You can run it at a party, throw it on for a gym session, or loop it on a long drive. It’s not just background noise – it’s front and center.

And honestly, in an era where playlists dominate, it’s kind of refreshing to vibe out to a full-blown movie soundtrack again. It brings back that feeling of discovery. That, “wait, who’s this?” moment. The soundtrack era is back (hopefully) – and F1 is waving the flag.

In a world of recycled samples and TikTok bait singles, the Album does something rare – it moves with purpose. It brings artists from different lanes onto the same track and lets them race. It’s high-octane, high-style, and unapologetically fun.

So throw on your headphones, hit play, and start your own race ( you know go karting, video game racing, remember you are not lewis Hamilton on public roads). You can walk and dance to this album too. Whether you’re pedestrian or driver this album is fire.