We liked them better when they were sampling MGMT, somehow…
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Andrew Ryce: Sorry, you’re not Ray Charles. This chorus is kind of confusing, but you’re not Ray Charles. The song is sufficiently feel-good and breezy, but totally devoid of substance: the, um, bragging here is basically nonsensical. “He don’t even trip/How the fuck is he walkin?/I’m blind man.” I don’t hate this, but it’s just… hip-hop for the Weezer crowd.
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Zach Lyon: Chiddy’s insistence on being the most inoffensive/widely likable rapper is slightly offensive/detestable, and not in the good way. Simply one of the least essential pop acts around.
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Brad Shoup: Nutrient-poor bro-rap that you could probably play for a half-hour without making your hangover worse. Couldn’t say, though; I was the DD tonight.
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Iain Mew: On one hand, this is snappy and catchy and well performed. On the other hand it’s offensive in a crass and unchallenging way which rather sucks that fun out of it.
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Jonathan Bradley: What a shame Chiddy laces such a satisfyingly bouncy hook with rapping that combines the cadences of Skee-Lo with the charisma and grace of Asher Roth.
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Alfred Soto: I don’t know what this is supposed to be, much less do, unless splicing Mellow Man Ace and a Taco Bell commercial was the idea.
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