Not my house, buddy.
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Will Adams: Between the slapdash GarageBand production and a vocalist who sounds like he yowled his mundanities into an iPhone and called it a day, I’m thinking that “House Every Weekend” is a commentary on how deep house has been scraping the bottom of the barrel for most of 2015. Pretty genius, except it still sounds like shit.
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Scott Mildenhall: It was of Serious Historical Signifcance that this went to number one. As a song it’s unspeakably drab, just a vocal lifted from the ’90s via another contemporary house act and placed over a demo track from House eJay, but having been afforded chart-topping status it is a signpost of a time and place that can now not be washed away. More than that, it’s a beacon for musical snobbery and by extension, snobbery generally. This is the UK in 2015, from one angle at least, and sociologists will study it for decades to come. If the current house moment is a moment then it obviously can’t be perpetual, but this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning (it probably is nearer the end but that wasn’t the quote).
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Thomas Inskeep: Duke Dumont should write a sequel to the Timelords’ 1988 book The Manual (How to Have a Number One the Easy Way) and at least make some cash off the fact that people are now xeroxing his own xeroxes of Disclosure, and getting #1s out of it. Because Disclosure > Duke Dumont > David Zowie, painfully so. And that name…
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Brad Shoup: He tried to flip a tale about a shut-in, but a house song about actual houses is way too compelling, and the stuck feeling ends up too hard to dislodge anyway. A nice little mid-tempo tragedy with a ridiculous hook.
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Micha Cavaseno: A primary school collage of bad parts, topped off by a shit vocalist. The audio equivalent of a unicycle.
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Alfred Soto: To let himself go, I recommend a stronger vocal. That 808 could sure use it.
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Patrick St. Michel: I like to think I’m pretty lenient when it comes to “authenticity,” but not so much when it comes to boring music that has all the tension of someone debating to click “attending” on a Facebook event.
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