Hooray another one of these!
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Rebecca A. Gowns: In all my years of Bible school, the concept that made my skin crawl the most was that woman was made from man, as a gift for man. This song swaggers with the confidence that this special gal was definitely made from this guy’s rib, and that she’s definitely destined to “have a few [more girls]” with him, and that this promise is flattering and not words that will make you jump out of your skin. What makes me sad is that for as many men who think this kind of sentiment is special, there are just as many women who will think it’s special too, not just centuries-old bullshit.
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Katie Gill: Man, what is it with country music and these sort of “this woman makes me want to settle down into domesticity” songs? We’ve got way too many of them already and this brings nothing new to the table. The song’s biggest saving grace is that it’s amazingly short and Moore can at least put a bit of interest and emotion into his take on “you make me want to conform to typical nuclear family domesticity” than some other people can (cough Blake Shelton cough).
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Thomas Inskeep: I really like the lyrical conceit here, where the protagonist of the song sings that he wants to get together with this woman he loves to make “more girls like you.” I supposed it could be read as a come-on, but to my ears this is a celebration of women. Also an asset is Moore’s ridiculously raspy two-packs-a-day voice, which gives his singing of the lyric the slightest edge (and is just plain enjoyable to listen to). We need more well-meaning, economical country songs like this.
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Alfred Soto: An enthusiastic beefcake best known for 2011’s slobbering crossover hit “Somethin’ ‘Bout a Truck,” Kip Moore has chugged along until now. “More Girls Like You” will convert no one and is dumber than his recent material: if “more girls” were like her, then “she” wouldn’t be special, no? Guys like him are “wild and untamed” like stallions — there’s plenty like him. The video is better because it’s all about how awesome Kip is, whether watching a churro maker in rural Mexico or letting the reader get a looksee at him on a surfboard.
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Ramzi Awn: Moore’s voice attempts to lift this underwhelming riff above country homeostasis and yet his plaintive cry falls on deaf ears. Thank goddess there aren’t more guys like you.
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Anthony Easton: The delicate introduction, tingling and light, are almost too soft, for a chorus that is by now a chicken fried, rock and roll, Moore trademark. Most of the lyrics are dumb, and it becomes less interesting as the work moves on, but the total commitment to both the guitar theatrics and his leaning on a burred out, broken up voice make the work much more interesting.
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Ashley John: Moore’s voice is an inescapable thunder in “More Girls Like You.” As he fantasizes about domestic bliss and crafts a template of the woman he wants to force it on, the sandpaper grit of his voice feels unforgiving. “More Girls Like You” sounds like exactly the song that must exist in a world where Blake Shelton is the Sexiest Man Alive, a cringe-worthy second best.
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