Na na na na, hey hey hey…
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Mark Sinker: Still reeling really from this dreamy-dirty neon-still whispered reinvention of a London I also live in, after all, and hardly recognise. This isn’t much more than a fragment and no one breaks a sweat. You’d think the sense of languid boredom would kill the mood, but maybe it’s what makes it…
[7]
Iain Mew: It’s telling that Krept and Konan and their sauna-nana gleefully pick up from Stefflon Don’s hook more than anything Jeremih does. Catchy and just the right side of silly, its contrast with the late night minimalism helps both work better.
[7]
Will Adams: The production is an intriguing marriage of wispy flutes and heavily distorted bass, over which these four performers construct a more brooding take on late night haze.
[6]
Leonel Manzanares de la Rosa: Is Jeremih attempting a Wizkid impersonation? If so, nice try, good sense of melody and all, but he just can’t match the flow. Stefflon’s hook is just dumb, which is a shame; that flute-led riddim deserved much better.
[5]
Micha Cavaseno: Given how well Jeremih sounds great when he carves his own lane, affecting that weird accent in order to make this lunken bit of faux-dancehall is a really harsh betrayal of everything you could come to love about Jeremih’s adventurous spirit. Stefflon is annoying, as usual, and baby-whisper singing isn’t worth giving features yet that also has been done in a weird maneuver of appealing to who??? You know its bad when you’re looking at Krept and Konan to save the track and of course only the latter actually tries to make this feel like it’s supposed to be a memorable jam.
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Ryo Miyauchi: Jeremih takes on patois better than the crop of other R&B dudes of the past year. His vocal experiments since at least Late Nights with Jeremih pays off here with his elastic voice fitting to the accent like a glove. More than stylistic chops, though, the persona he has been nurturing since the mixtape comes alive here. While his friends think strictly about the pleasures of now, the man carries conversation like the night’s last forever. His emotions gets the best of him, and getting caught up in his feelings still remains both his gift and his curse.
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