Top 60 in the UK as of this posting…
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Alfred Soto: Synthesized marimba or whatever, over which Ella Henderson sings blank assurances.
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Scott Mildenhall: Not discounting the guitarist from Eagulls, Ella Henderson is still North East Lincolnshire’s finest contemporary musical export, and she continues to show why. Without a vocal, half the synthy trickles here would sound like the least useful preloaded ringtones on your mobile, but she turns everything to intrigue. Her words read like reassurance, but sound like they’re belying something more. Probably nothing more than a Penguin Cafe Orchestra remix, but that’s not important.
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Jonathan Bogart: The “you-hoo, you-hoo” yodel is cute, but there’s nothing else memorable to this light slice of tropical house aside from some maybe-Orientalism in the plucked noises that make up the basic hook.
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Thomas Inskeep: Takes too long to get going, and once it does, it doesn’t really go anywhere. A gentle throb and a widescreen Leona Lewis-esque vocal do not pop dynamite make.
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Will Adams: Kygo’s dull and unvaried palette (oh, there’s that snippy thumb piano, again) fails to provide any support for Henderson, who might as well have recorded her vocals to a different instrumental, the mismatch is so apparent.
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Iain Mew: I’ll take this over the other recent chart track with Ella Henderson any time — big uplift has got boring, let’s stick the same songs into fluorescent caves for a bit instead.
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