If you feel strange after taking something, please don’t consult Mallory O’Donnell for medical advice…
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Mallory O’Donnell: You’re quite sure it’s not just an average dose? And maybe you’re unfamiliar with the effects?
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Will Adams: Painfully reflective of the state of Ciara’s career: underdeveloped, perfunctory, competent but lacking in anything to pique the necessary interest.
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Brad Shoup: Using the language of drug addiction… delightful. I assume the electro touches prompted the songwriting squad’s state of mind. It could be worse, I guess; she could be singing about circuses the whole time. There’s nothing narcotic about either the track or her airy treatment of the text; invoking an overdose is a quick fix for a serviceable disco-inflected gloomer.
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Edward Okulicz: Exaggerations of love as being essential to physical survival are clichéd by now, but what sells “Overdose” is Ciara: not quite either hyperactive or hyperventilating, she’s nonetheless got that kind of breathy urgency that makes the metaphorical peril sound believable.
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Alfred Soto: Mike WiLL Made It got the attention for “Body Talk,” but Josh Abraham gets the prize for sewing the most becoming overcoat for Ciara. His cyclops-sized synthesizers and stuttered chorus hook benefit from her sandpaper-dry delivery.
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Alex Ostroff: “Overdose” initially struck me as little more than a competent Ciara album track, lacking the audacity of “I’m Out” and “Read My Lips,'” the sensuality of “Body Party” and “Sophomore,” and the pop perfection of “Livin’ It Up.” But corny lyrics and mediocre metaphors can only detract so much from a beat that both shimmers and wub-wubs and somehow manages to make 4×4 feel subtle in 2013, especially when paired with the conviction in Ciara’s delivery.
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Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: An amusing moment in the best Saturdays song in some time, where anxiety pops up — she doesn’t want to blow all her time on you because it’ll never be enough, and you’re just a dork but a sweet dork — only to be dressed up as breathiness. As a Ciara single, it does the job but doesn’t build on her already glorious 2013 pop moves.
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Anthony Easton: The steady beat is a little sexier than it should be — and it is steady enough that you know when it drops or speeds up every so slightly. One example is how the whole thing opens up near the overdose line — and it’s also an example of the lyrics mattering less than Ciara’s being fully committed. All of this is intellectual, until the final minute or so, where the whole thing ramps up and branches out, like a fractal patterning of erotic fantasia. It’s too much of a good thing, and it’s woooooooooooooooooonderful.
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