So is it a concept album about hugging, then?…
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Martin Skidmore: I really like his smooth reggae voice, which means my usual irritation at autotuning is increased considerably here. Fortunately not all the singing is so afflicted; unfortunately, the tune is incredibly lightweight, even rather nursery rhyme in feel, so even the unprocessed parts feel flimsy.
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Iain Mew: I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise at this point that even reggae needs the addition of autotune and cheap synths to succeed, but putting them together with otherwise timeless smoothness makes for an awkward combination in which the elements of the song mostly work against each other.
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Chuck Eddy: “Hold Yuh” didn’t kill me like it did some people, but I find this one extremely pretty — convinced the melody and singing hark back to some doo-wop classic (via the Paragons’ original “The Tide Is High,” maybe?), and hope somebody here figures out which one. Doesn’t even matter what the words are.
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Alfred Soto: It’s T-Pain singing, “TAM BO LI DE SAY DE MOI YA HEY JAMBO JUMBO!”
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Mark Sinker: Winding figures in the air against electric furred echoes of himself, the pleasure and the languor and the melancholy of — well, what exactly? His undeclared interest in a female someone lithe and cute and passing unsensingly by? Or his easy boast to interested passersby that the she is all his not theirs? Or just his slant daydream of either (or other), as he sits alone and half-reflective? I love Gyptian because he can wreathe the air with his lightest smoky fancies, real or imagined, and it’s all curling elegant generous arabesque, vivid as a touch and gone as you put your hand out into it.
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Jer Fairall: Moderate cool lovers rock.
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John Seroff: Gyptian’s lovers rock delivery is flat, declamatory, warm and rides perfectly on top of the understated and mellow “Nah Let Go” riddim. Just the thing to remind you that it won’t be winter forever.
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