Apparently we didn’t.
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Patrick St. Michel: I realize the whole point of this is the moment when Nicole Miglis’ voice cracks ever so slightly, revealing all the emotion buried down inside that she’s trying to keep bottled up. And that split second crack is fantastic but also insufficient to compensate for the dreary music before and after it.
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Cédric Le Merrer: Such precious lacework! So thin and fragile, like a high school poem written in the snow. Too bad it’s destined to fade as quickly as a female love interest with tuberculosis in a romantic film.
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Sonia Yang: What used to be a Hide and Seek-esque hymn has been remade into a trickly piano ballad. In another time I would have preferred Adele at the mic, but I think the delicate vocal worked out better here. Both the original and the acoustic are pretty but not particularly interesting on their own; what I’d love to hear is a version of this song the blends the two styles.
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Micha Cavaseno: The original sounds like a pleasantly caucacious twist on the spirit of the intro to Soul II Soul’s “Back To Reality” (as used to devastating effect in the intro of “Belly”). This sounds like that one vine of a dude doing the “indie singer kitchen.” Sometimes trimming the fat means the world, folks.
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Will Adams: Unnecessary and cynical, this acoustic version blasts away the fascinating sound world of the original and its parent album in favor of radio-friendly piano and close-mic’ed vocals. The intro is a hasty improvisation, as if someone believed that pop songs need be over three minutes.
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Katherine St Asaph: All points for the impossibly hushed dusky original, plus the piano latticework of the intro here, not the rest of the ballad it’s been Christina Perri’d into or the sync that is a cynical, wrong route into this band.
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Alfred Soto: “Don’t let me show ugliness,” she rasps over New Age piano trills. But don’t give me this vision of trembling prettiness.
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Brad Shoup: We must secure an existence where this song is never streamed and a future where breakfast-nook honk must perish from the earth.
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