We’re no longer at the “Climax,” it seems.
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Mallory O’Donnell: Interesting, fractured, sometimes pleasing and often annoying, much like the 372 Diplo tracks that have preceeded it. Not nearly as unruly as something “featuring Lazerdisk Party Sex” ought to sound.
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Brad Shoup: As old and tired as that feature credit.
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Anthony Easton: Mosquito-buzzing vocals, buzzsaw backgrounds, and general abstraction without specific targets. Nothing to see here.
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Patrick St. Michel: The sort of song that sounds great while you are waiting in line to buy a drink at a club, but nothing you’d dash out onto the floor for.
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Alfred Soto: Metal Machine Music for Eurotweekers.
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Katherine St Asaph: Diplo rips himself off as reliably as Guetta these days. Fortunately, he’s better.
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Will Adams: “Lazerdisk Party Sex” sounds like a joke band name my friends and I came up with in sixth grade; “Set It Off,” appropriately, has the same indecisiveness of a twelve-year-old, vacillating between afternoon rain on windowpane mood music and blaring club fare.
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Jonathan Bogart: Whether or not anything actually gets set off is, I suppose, a matter of context. I suspect that mood-altering substances would help.
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Ramzi Awn: Would work well with a fog machine and plenty of strangers. Squeaky voices are hardly a sure thing, but “Set It Off” keeps it simple enough to scan.
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Iain Mew: The track sets itself up for disappointment. The dirty, jerky workouts are alright taken by themselves, but they are never the sound of anything being set off, so the builds go nowhere.
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