Krept & Konan ft. Chip, French Montana, Wretch 32, Chinx Drugz & Fekky – Don’t Waste My Time

April 14, 2014

Remember when Daft Punk had that song called “Too Long”…?


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Will Adams: Hey, no fair! You just wasted five and a half minutes of my time!
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David Sheffieck: The feature list longer than my arm actually works fairly well together, but the production pulls this down a couple notches: the backing vocals sound consistently goofy, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt sicker of sirens than I did sometime around the fifth verse.
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Brad Shoup: The original was so soaked in American hip-hop, why not go full Beetlejuice and summon French? He actually fits well in context — “jeweler don’t waste my time” is the best riff on the hook. The track is as grim as trailer music, lots of controlled detonations and brass rumbles. But if time so’s precious, they’ve got a lot of it to kill.
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Crystal Leww: The debate continues to rage, but “Don’t Waste My Time” convincingly makes the case that regionalism in rap music is dead. “Don’t Waste My Time” has all the elements of a Chicago drill track with a cavernous beat that rattles and bangs, non-stop ad-libbing and airhorns, and a hook that is relies heavily on repetition combined with a fuck-off attitude. It’s by a few UK-based rappers and a couple of NYC Coke Boys, but it’s a track that would make King Louie and Katie Got Bandz proud… if it were something like three guest verses shorter. We get it; you have famous friends, but this beat was never dynamic enough to hold anyone’s attention for this long.
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Josh Langhoff: Oh my word, this is terrible. Part of the problem (the part that’s not anti-Semitic or woman objectifying or sort-of-but-not-really apologizing for the woman objectifying) is the beat, which keeps cutting out every fourth line like it expects someone to say something witty. Nobody takes the beat up on this offer.
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Anthony Easton: I am not sure if the sluggish quality of this is an (almost decadent) purposeful choice, or just a formally ossified laziness. There are arguments in favour of both, but the 2 a.m. hook, with the ooh sighs over it, suggests the latter. 
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