So 2000 and late…
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Wayne Weizhen Zhang: [A deep][trance][scorcher] about [old love] by [Calvin Harris] & [Rag’n’Bone Man][!]
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Will Adams: Disappointment! After last year’s fantastic duo of singles that breathed life into the trance revival, Calvin Harris slips back into Euro-filler, where the only notable features are a marble-mouthed vocalist and a way-too-loud guitar riff.
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TA Inskeep: Calvin Harris, ever the musical unoriginalist, sounds as if he’s interpolating the likes of Darude here — because if there’s anything Harris knows, it’s what’s hot in dance/pop at this moment, and right now that’s retro ’90s dance and trance-pop. The oontz-oontz is pleasant enough, and Rag’n’Bone Man’s overdone vocal “ache” fits it well. Neither terrible nor great, just as one would expect.
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Alfred Soto: It has the anonymity of a dozen Eurohouse tracks that Miami played around the clock 30 years ago: I can hear Real McCoy’s “Another Night” in its verses. What I didn’t expect was a guitar solo with “My Sweet Lord” in its rear view.
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Hannah Jocelyn: Why did Calvin Harris stick a rag (possibly also a bone) in his vocalist’s mouth before recording? The guitar sounds more human than he does!
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Nortey Dowuona: Rag’n’Bone Man’s lush and rough voice works for EDM since it’s just smooth enough not to clash with drum programming. It feels light, excitable and lively when freed of the obligation to imitate R&B and blues — both genres he clearly wishes to be a part of, yet lacks the finesse or power to. Here, he lives out his fantasies of being Teddy Pendergrass. His voice is too raspy and phlegmy to hold during the verses, but once the pre-chorus synths take hold, he soars, ebullient and lithe as the guitar line over the slimmed-down 1986 pop drums. By the end, he is absent because he’s served his purpose.
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Dave Moore: The vocals set my teeth on edge: wannabe journeyman pap, like Blues Traveler with all the wrinkles ironed out. I might have found the wallpaper pop-house backing from Harris to be a reprieve, but instead it’s just a tepid bath for Rag’n’Bone Man to soak in. You couldn’t get me in an unplugged hot tub with either of these guys.
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Brad Shoup: On “Giant,” Harris redirected Rag’n’Bone Man’s gale-force soul through the doors of the Wigan Casino. There was also a hint of boogie, which “Lovers in a Past Life” broadens. I love how this is hectic but not urgent: wrapping itself around the bullcrap until it’s drilled a hole in the floor. When Harris drops the twangy hook, it’s three docks before Balearic: lovely and gauche, like a restaurant’s wall-length photo transfer of a sunset.
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Katherine St. Asaph: “Miracle” : Y2K :: “Lovers in a Past Life” : the Y2K club that probably exists in deleted footage from The Beast. (To be fair to this song, I would be more OK with being Rag’n’Bone Man’s lover in a past life than that of the guy from The Beast.)
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Taylor Alatorre: Just as I was readying a wisecrack about the repackaging of Eastern spiritualism to suit Western categories of romance, I take another listen and realize the song isn’t even that: “we were lovers in a past life, for all we know.” How do you take a title that hints at reincarnation and cosmically linked fates, and reduce it to a shouted pick-up line at the club? Analyzing EDM lyrics is the province of fools and YouTube essayists, but Rag’n’Bone Man is credited as a co-lead, and his voice is launched at us in the first second, ironically while slurring the word “patience.” If there ever were a stage name that implied a commitment to the bit, you’d think it would be “Rag’n’Bone Man,” but here he is unwilling to give full expression to the fantasy contained in the premise. His misaimed realism leaves us with little to chew on but Calvin Harris’ ongoing Eurodance fixation, which is more subdued and weary-sounding here than it was on “Miracle.” That one was turn-of-the-century nostalgia in the service of untrammeled exuberance; this is just another day in the Logic Pro mines.
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Ian Mathers: So anodyne and pro forma that I’ve played it about 5x more than the other songs today because I keep forgetting what it sounds like. Would not care (or even notice?) if it was playing on the radio or whatever, and cannot even vaguely imagine getting it stuck in my head, let alone seeking it out.
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Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Something about this (maybe Andrew Watt’s slide guitar solo?) makes me feel actually literally ill. If I heard this in the club I think I would die on the spot.
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Isabel Cole: Rag’n’Bone Man does a good job at something I’m not particularly into (soulful warbling), and Calvin Harris does an adequate job at something I’m easily suckered by (a perfectly passable beat occasionally punctuated by, e.g., swooshy laser noises or handclaps), so I guess this is… fine?
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Daniel Monteshenko: Rag’n’Bone Man has a powerful bleat that’s all grit, and I’ve never believed a single lyric he’s yowled. The streak continues here. “We were lovers in a past life,” he pushes on the chorus, but there’s no history, no mangled emotion, no wide-eyed wonder of what romance brings. They’re just things he’s saying. Calvin Harris is 6’5″ and cruising through life.
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