Have you figured out today’s theme yet? Correct! “The Jukebox Has a Frozen Heart”!
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Alfred Soto: First off, he should apologize for cornering the girl with lame come-ons and slap bass.
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Thomas Inskeep: Spare, sly and seductive, this is a record out of time. There’s a double-phat bass thumping away, some synth-chorus clouds floating through, Diggy’s smoky voice drifting towards the front of the mix, and the soulful vocals of Trevor Jackson selling this shit — Diggy’s the man, but Trevor’s the closer. “My Girl” is magically minimalist, and in general a little bit magical.
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Anthony Easton: Does the girl have any autonomy here, is the kismet for the gifts of Diggy’s dick, or is she just a kind of blank where he can focus his hetero-nationalism on? That it ends with a moralist lecture makes it skeevier than usual.
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Will Adams: Hey girl, Miguel and Kendrick weren’t available to hit on you, but we got these understudies to sub in. You’ll barely hear the difference! Wrong.
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Megan Harrington: Marvelous! Diggy did read my mind.
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Brad Shoup: Love the laconic, rutting bass. It’s getting down to business while Diggy’s just interning. Jackson and a pack of leftover slow jam BGVs snatch the song from under him — and with the apology bit, Jackson gets the best line. Mentally swap Kendrick for Diggy and bliss out.
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Jer Fairall: In which Diggy affects Kendrick’s stoned, nasal drawl only to express the dullest of Drake-isms, half of which are handed over to a competent but unspectacular newcomer. A waste of a perfectly good strangled funk riff.
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