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Edward Okulicz: Britt Daniel rasps through that chorus like he’s just left a power-punk band for the steady income of a workaday jangler, and it’s plenty charming; there’s rough in the titular question, and a jaunty sweetness to the recurring “doo-doo doo-doo” chirp. But that jangle itself is enlivened by a sneaking ascending riff out of nowhere in the middle of the verses — a big, surprising hook out of nowhere. One of the many rigorous tests I subject Jukebox songs to is that I blast them in earphones on my train ride to work. This was bright and catchy enough that I took it home as well.
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David Sheffieck: I thought Spoon and I had parted ways long ago, but I’m thoroughly won over by this: the breakdown/fadeout is a little unnecessary, but the bright riffs are insistent and immediate, the fleeting guitar solo just icing on the jangle cake.
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Alfred Soto: Warmer, using do-do-dos and unusually pitched instruments, Britt Daniel inches closer to becoming the casanova that he’d abjured for more than a decade. Kinda pretty, in other words, much closer to a New Pornographers song than the current New Pornos single.
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Anthony Easton: All of the points for this is how they say “oo-ooh.”
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Brad Shoup: Summer is the worst. Spoon buries a reference to October like creamy nougat in an ash-white dog turd; in Texas, October is still hell’s sweater weather, but I’ll take it. The only good thing about summer is the chance to zone out under the surveillance of the sun’s death eye, and the yearning, resonant piano groove captures that slight comfort well. As always, they’ve got hooks for days, with the high-tenor ‘doo’s appearing like an unexpected Otter Pop, but mostly, it’s a tune to get crushed by.
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Patrick St. Michel: Spoon is one of those bands I listened to a ton in high school and college, but if someone asked me why I liked them, I wouldn’t be able to think up a compelling reason beyond “just listen to this dude, Britt Daniel…that voice!” “Do You” is pretty standard for them, a brisk song offset by melancholy piano touches, but that’s enough for me.
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Madeleine Lee: This is the Spoon I remember hearing for the first time on the radio in my parents’ car the only time I’ve been to Chicago, the summer I was 13 and just learning what “indie” meant; this is the Spoon I remember listening to at my friends’ house when I woke up hungover on their couch, the summer we all played Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga to death and still couldn’t kill it, a pick-me-up before going out into the sun. “Do You” puts the same sun-drowsy, bittersweet feeling in my chest. I’m glad it’s back.
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Josh Love: Spoon has the reputation of being an effortlessly solid band not only because they can toss off tuneful songcraft in their sleep but also because they rarely seem to reach past it. Here, Britt Daniel’s pleading gets close to something really powerful, but then the cheeky “doo doo doo doo”s in the background undercut the emotional heft. Modest as their ceiling may be, though, there’s certainly something to be said for being this deep into a career and maintaining such a high floor.
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