We don’t care!…
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Katherine St Asaph: Is this how she picks up guys at the playground? Would explain the flailing of that, and the lurch of this.
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Cédric Le Merrer: Succeeds at sounding like someone not on drugs. Fails at sounding like someone in love.
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Thomas Inskeep: Might be more interesting if you were.
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Anthony Easton: Strip off the vocals and this sounds like it could be the theme for the new Jem and the Holograms movie. It would also prevent the slightly edgier, Lisa Frank nightmare lyrics. I would also like it better.
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Micha Cavaseno: You know it’s a funny kind of record, when you’d prefer to learn how to never feel elation because a singer has managed to make it sound like the corniest thing in the world. Never mind the awful invocation of “Empire State Of Mind” as some actual concrete thing (what is that, anyway? The sound of self-obsession, puffed up banality and some dizzy mad-libbed lyrics that could’ve come out of a 13 year old’s notebook, but not in a good way). Nobody cares if you are or not on drugs, because it’s 2014; drugs are redundant and people need to just learn how to have mental epiphanies from a good sunset or a rainstorm. Likewise, this trenchant thrash is so stuck in the mud, I can’t care if she’s sober, because no amount of drugs could prevent Tove Lo from being so corny.
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Alfred Soto: She’s queen of the clouds and kites, but the electroclash beats crash on shore. The titular metaphor is another story. It’s basic appellate law: don’t answer questions that weren’t asked.
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Kat Stevens: She sings the words “blue” and “you” like she’s spitting out a mouthful of grog at a distant target. Like an angler fish!
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