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Katie Gill: When I clicked the link in the blurber, I thought “who the hell is Brett Young? That sounds like the name of a generic middle of the road country guy.” Glad to see I was proven right.
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Thomas Inskeep: An extremely thin voice and synthetic-sounding drums don’t, generally, lend themselves to good country songs, and this is a case in point.
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Alfred Soto: Sincere, blue-eyed, and with a voice as thick as oatmeal on the counter, Brett Young worms his way into the heart of a woman who apparently can’t gauge this sincerity. Since it’s worked on country radio and has crossed over, I won’t quibble with its success, but it’s lugubrious for an early summer hit.
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Will Adams: Young’s nasal, gravelly timbre is interesting, and it deserves better than that awful drum machine that’s plopped in front of you in the opening. While the arrangement improves quickly enough, the song is too drab to provide him any additional support.
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Anthony Easton: I like a good, soft ballad. Brett’s burred voice and the slow the guitar tell a story that is so sentimental, so seductive that you ignore how much her voice is sublimated to his passive aggressive game playing and ego.
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Juana Giaimo: For being a song about madly falling in love with someone, this doesn’t sound passionate at all.
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