Don’t worry, we still love “Peg”…
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Josh Langhoff: Shocked by you know what, Pallot finds herself intoxicated and complicated, impulsive and reckless, running away into a hurricane and presumably forgetting important tasks like balancing her checkbook and resolving to the tonic. Driven by an even less resistible force, her synth track finds itself pounding out a clave/Bo Diddley/”Shave and a Haircut” rhythm.
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Anthony Easton: My laptop is on the slightly wrong ampage, so every time I accidentally unplug it, it turns off. My cellphone does not complete a signal, and so it takes forever to charge. Both of these items are electric. They function as well as this song, which is not a hurricane but the mildest tempest in the smallest teapot.
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Megan Harrington: “Love is electric” might be a metaphor — perhaps even a bit of shallow description that’s not totally supported by the sunny disco meant to prop it up — but I can remember not just feeling twenty-two, but being, and being so lovesick that it felt like my stomach was undergoing electrocution. “Love Electric” was part of how I felt, but there was a much heavier, darker current shot through the light, glowing pulses. Pallot is carefully curating only the colorful string of lights that decorates your local dive bar, only remembering the excitement of possibility, and preserving only the fondness. It’s an act of self-preservation.
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Alfred Soto: With synthesizers as enthusiastic as any on a Javiera Mena single, “Love Electric” promises a pleasure it doesn’t quite deliver. First, Pallot’s voice is not electric. She wants a love that intoxicates, that’s like a hurricane; for the moment she sounds buzzed while waking through a drizzle.
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Dan MacRae: Agreeable fizz that could probably be sold at Claire’s as a snazzy looking bracelet.
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Will Adams: In which Nerina Pallot grins mischievously, puts on socks, shuffles across the carpet and delivers a tiny static shock to your forearm. Simultaneously endearing and annoying, ultimately inconsequential.
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John Seroff: Not pop merengue but pop meringue of the lemon pie variety: frothy, sweet, weightless and last in vogue in the Madonna-90’s. If it cloys when you eat too much, what more could you expect?
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