GIULIA BE launches her trilingual era with “fool for love,” a freeway-bright electro-pop opener
GIULIA BE has released “fool for love,” the first English chapter of her trilingual, audiovisual project, “GIULIA BE.” Built for bright rooms and freeway horizons, the single is commercial pop with electro-pop tendons: springy kick, glassy synths, and a bassline that smiles while it flexes. Producer Stuart Crichton—whose fingerprints grace Backstreet Boys, Kesha, Elton John, and Louis Tomlinson—polishes the chassis without sanding off the heart; meanwhile, GIULIA co-writes with her brother Dany Marinho, threading romantic candor through aerodynamic phrasing. The premise is deliciously simple: feel everything, even when love resembles mischief or madness. Indeed, her English delivery is featherlight yet insistent, the sort of cadence that persuades shyness to dance. The chorus arrives like sun through blinds—clean, persuasive stripes of melody that turn restraint into motion.
Beyond sheen, the record argues for bravery. The hook reframes foolishness as couture—vulnerability tailored to fit—and listeners will absorb a fizzy confidence that travels from sternum to feet. Moreover, the arrangement worships economy: verses leave generous negative space, then bloom into earworm refrains whose choreography feels inevitable; GIULIA herself spotlights that kinetic spark as the perfect doorway for this new era. In fact, what lands is not merely a return but a thesis for her next phase: global-facing pop that keeps Brazilian warmth at its core while speaking three dialects of feeling. However, “fool for love” never sermonizes; it winks, twirls, and keeps the BPM buoyant until resistance evaporates. By the final refrain, the song proves its credo: the coolest wisdom is to risk looking foolish—and the dancefloor is where that courage turns radiant. Stream below or watch the video here
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