This is what you want, and this is what you get…
[Video][Website]
[2.17]
Thomas Inskeep: Goddamn, most Euro-EDM-pop is just absolutely shit.
[0]
Alfred Soto: As distinguished as old food.
[1]
Jonathan Bradley: “I feel like I’m underwater,” nods Arrhult. “I can’t seem to find my way to you,” she mentions.” A synth with the streamlined utility of a bathroom fixture gleams in sympathy. “You are all I need,” she says like a brief pat on the arm. A laser beam red-lines modestly. What calamity.
[4]
Iain Mew: A Swedish hit that’s the most rote imitation to date suggests that the style that made its commercial breakthrough with Alan Walker has legs. All it needs now is a catchy descriptive name — I propose tundra trance.
[3]
Micha Cavaseno: The world needed another EDM-pop song on devotion and depression attached to a off-beat syncopation reminiscent of “Dem Bow” like we needed another hole in the ozone layer, but imagine stopping for the sake of something being unnecessary. For what its worth, Arrhult here is a soundalike of a dozen other singers as EDM seems to careen headfirst into its Armin van Buuren phase of formulaic tune expectations, but the sentiment of the lyrics is a tenderly embittered desire to help that gives more weight to the fluff Lundell’s provided.
[3]
Will Adams: Note to producers: just because a hit song was originally released on a royalty-free label does not give you license (nudge nudge) to rewrite it nearly note-for-note one year after its peak. Two points for crediting your singer, though.
[2]