The title might put a Nelly song in your head, but the video might put another Nelly song in your head…
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Micha Cavaseno: The beat is sick, but this kid makes me flatline.
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Alfred Soto: A decent disco track that’s also frictionless. Blame a busy vocalist and a track whose tempo and rhythm doesn’t change.
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Anthony Easton: The phrasing and the instrumentation are Fela. The child can never quite race past the son (almost literally — see his 2013 track “Jaiye Jaiye” with Femi Kuti), but unlike other Nigerian hip hop stars, he moves between London and Lagos, with some time in Beirut — which ties this more into a garage/grime beat and less into American excess (Ice Prince with French Montana comes to mind). It does make me curious about what he would do with Chief Keef, though.
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Juana Giaimo: I sometimes wonder if artists still think tiresome repetition is the only way to make a catchy song, and if they realize that, most times, it actually fails.
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Brad Shoup: The Auto-Tune runs him ragged now; when he asks about showing her money he sounds like Farrah Abraham, singing dry from the basement. There’s not much distinguishing the chorus and verses, which makes this one big teetering exercise in elongation. Love the drawn synth streaks constantly establishing the drama.
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Dorian Sinclair: I’m really into the instrumental on this — the rattly percussion has a cool friction with the sparseness of the synth, and the minor key makes the whole thing feel tense in an interesting way. And the video’s delightful. I’m a sucker for videos featuring a broad cross-section of a community all dancing and contributing, rather than as a faceless backdrop to the performer. Unfortunately I find the melody gets repetitive after a couple of minutes, I would really love for there to be a bridge or something to maintain interest on that level.
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