But is it as good as “She’s Like the Wind”?
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Sally O’Rourke: She’s going to speak very carefully so you catch each word over the noise of the club, and also because you’re not worth the trouble of singing. She deals with guys like you every Saturday night, pointing to the same labels, making the same stupid faces, dropping the same come-ons with nothing to back them up. She uses guys like you to scrape the vomit and Smirnoff Ice off her shoes.
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Anthony Easton: Reminds me of Shampoo’s Trouble but less ironic, and slightly more lazy. Which means, you know, awesome.
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Katherine St Asaph: If Shampoo debuted today, this is exactly what they’d sound like: bratty, bouncy singing or sing-song that your homeroom buddy could do just as well, bedazzled by cheers and flush with joy. It’s 2011, so they’ve been voice-morphed with La Roux, and there’s a guest rapper and verses that threaten to break down in you-know-which style, but the “hey!” interjections could be no one else. If that’s not an endorsement for you (the proportions of my music library suggest I might be biased), consider the alternative: mushy Peas.
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Jonathan Bogart: If we must have ’80s fetishism, can we have it all as glib as this?
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Iain Mew: Sounds modern and energetic and exciting. Unfortunately the lyrics to the chorus are so incredibly cringe-worthy that it’s still impossible to get any lasting enjoyment from it.
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Edward Okulicz: Junior Senior with shouting girls on top. Not without its charms (their accents!), but not as effortlessly exuberant as it wants to be.
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Brad Shoup: Patrick could move, for sure, but it’s a shame we never got to see him hoof it to drum’n’bass. The narrative’s a hell of a lot like Victoria Duffield’s “Shut Up & Dance,” in that motion puts emotions in the trunk. Scrufizzle makes a giant “O RLY” face, but I guess he’s the one s’posed to be executing the mindblowing moves, so I dunno why he’s protesting. Swayze references are definitely played, but Oh My! tear into it so ferociously, their take may triumph.
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Jonathan Bradley: “I got a new pair of shoes; they’ll be ruined in the morning.” Pity that Oh My! offers us no way to share in that fun. Shouting doesn’t signify a good time on its own, no matter how tunelessly its delivered. These girls need to Swayze — no Dirty Dancing.
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