Today’s theme is Long Runtimes! This selection by Emile is the shortest, clocking in at a breezy 7:56…

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[8]
Nortey Dowuona: Sees DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ, clicks the score dropdown menu, chooses [10] from the options, checks runtime, smiles, starts reading a book instead.
[10]
Ian Mathers: DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ, I am begging you to make some single edits or something. When I say this didn’t need to be nearly nine minutes I swear I don’t mean it in a “this meeting could have been an email” sense, but if you ever refine your craft down to making albums that are closer to 40 minutes than 40 tracks that would genuinely be great.
[6]
Scott Mildenhall: You’ve just discovered unheard Go! Team and Bangalter recordings from the peak of their powers. It’s so exciting that you can’t decide which to play first. Well, why not both? This is why. At least turn off the Haim demos first.
[5]
Iain Mew: If her song we covered last year was like “standing in a courtyard between several different parties, blissing out as the drifting winds change the mix to and fro”, the added layers of inert gauze mean that this one is like standing between several people talking about their half-remembered reminisces of drifting between parties past. There’s not a lot left to latch on to. Something tells me that I might be persuaded back by the addition of a few more fractal layers of abstraction still, though.
[3]
Will Adams: I used to enjoy fiddling with the radio tuner in my mom’s station wagon. If you clicked 0.2 MHz between stations, you would mostly hear static, but occasionally sounds from the adjacent stations would bleed through. It created an interesting, almost disorienting effect. Not sure I want a full song of it.
[5]
Claire Davidson: The first minute and a half of “All These Years” is the song’s most distinctive segment, and as such its most frustrating. The track opens with a leisurely pairing of piano licks and saxophone whines, a note-perfect evocation of the kind of ersatz heartstring-tugging you’d hear in the likes of an ’80s soap opera — which is to say, in DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ’s hands, it’s oddly quite poignant, plush with just enough earnest sentiment to trigger some genuine euphoria. Why, then, does DJ Sabrina stifle the intimacy of this moment, piling it with garbled rapping and idle chatter that wholly overshadows the instrumentation? From there, it’s just more of the same from this artist, a thumping house beat soundtracking the whirs of hazy vocal fragments that ebb and flow across the track’s lengthy runtime. I get that I’ve struggled with DJ Sabrina more than most, but nonetheless, why this was chosen as a single for the artist’s latest project remains a mystery to me.
[5]
Alfred Soto: Jive Bunny was less mushy.
[4]
Al Varela: This is DJ Sabrina’s bread and butter. Nostalgic sounds and samples built around some pretty synths and a feeling of pure, unfiltered joy that spreads throughout every melody. I love the distant, wailing saxophone that plays while the bounce of the music keeps the song moving, with scattered vocals and rap verses are sprinkled throughout the song. It doesn’t feel like just one pop song, it feels like many embodied in one, singular anthem. Has she done this song before? Many times. Does it get old? I hope it never does.
[9]
don’t evoke the Avalanches and then feed me this… whatever this is
I will assume the fact that WhoSampled fails me here as a sign, also it’s late and I’m very tired [4]