If The Weeknd’s not sexy enough for you, maybe Miranda! is.
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Juana Giaimo: I remember how surprised I was when I listened again to “El profe” after a decade and realized that my innocence as a child didn’t let me hear how naughty the lyrics were. When I listen to “743”, I’m reminded of that playful filthyness of the old singles of Miranda! It is present in the exaggerated “ah” that gives an end to the chorus and in the way Juliana Gattas’ sighing voice in the prechorus complements Ale Sergi’s precise delivery. And of course, “743” also has the falsely poetic lyrics with a dose of wit — my favorite being: “I still have an ace up my sleeve/ close your eyes/ let me move your thong”.
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Katie Gill: 2017 has gifted us with one of the year’s first sexy songs that actually sounds sexy. That throwback funky beat and guitar work flits beautiful over the silky smooth vocals and pitch-perfect harmonies, giving us a finished product that’s perfectly polished, wonderfully mixed, and danceable as hell.
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Alfred Soto: Slinkier than Phoenix. Craftier than Maroon 5. Moves-ier than Jagger.
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Claire Biddles: This sounds vaguely dated but not tied enough to any particular era to make it notable — I kept waiting for those squelchy synths to go full 70s disco or full early 00s electroclash but it doesn’t really go anywhere. Credit to any group with the audacity to include an exclamation point in their name, though.
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Thomas Inskeep: Adorably amateur-sounding synth-pop circa ’85, yet it could only have been made now. Like Animotion without their thrust and production values — almost like if Animotion went lo-fi. I’d say “imagine that,” but thanks to Miranda!, you no longer have to.
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Jonathan Bradley: Miranda!’s electro-pop is playful and sassy and includes enough funk to be worth a shake of the hips or two. A touch twee, it belongs too much to the playroom to be a proper dancefloor sizzler, but that’s part of its charm. The shapes it pulls are drawn in the bold lines of a cartoon.
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Micha Cavaseno: Guys, guys… The point of “Frank Sinatra” was not to BECOME lounge lizards.
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