Former half of Mattafix gets rhetorical on ya…
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Patrick St. Michel: Throw a Tommy Bahama shirt on the most uninspired lyrics in your notebook and hope that’s enough to make everything work out.
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Alfred Soto: With Roudette’s velvet-wrapped burr evoking Keith Sweat and bits of Bill Withers, the sweet steel drum hook, and its reluctance to rub against anyone’s crotch unless asked, this is as close to a second-tier Paradise Garage classic as twenty-first century dance gets.
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David Sheffieck: I’ve been hoping for a full-on steel drum revival since “Far Nearer” a few years back. I feel confident saying that this anemic effort, from its incongruous whooshes and poorly-mixed lead vocal, is not a step in the right direction.
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Anthony Easton: I like how elegant and silken this production is, just floating over Roudette’s smooth vocals — the central metaphor of the track isn’t terrible, either.
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Scott Mildenhall: Thematically and tonally this is very much the domain of a man who mastered autumnal melancholy with “Big City Life” and vernal bittersweetness on “New Age”, each time despite apparent vocal limitations. This time, though, while the dulled cheer of the steel pans continue to prove their incomparable reliability as well as malleability, the extended metaphor fails to stretch over the cracks. Every single “bassline” and “make time” bears an air of bewilderment that should have been re-recorded out. Maybe it’s furthering of the analogy; it could just be weak singing.
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Will Adams: Gorgeous Balearic lounge music in search of better lyrics, or at least a coherent metaphor.
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