NIPPLES~!…
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Brad Shoup: My God — Ray Foxx! It’s been ages. I see he’s still hanging with those trumpets. And that tangoing piano line is great… it’s like watching a meth-addled spider spin a web. Collier veers from dance-comp diva and vamping flapper, but it’s her “b-boom boom boom” bit that’s the best. Is there a Song of the Autumn yet, or does the creep need time to set in?
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Alfred Soto: Doubletracked, Collier’s voice conjures Katy B in boom boom mode over generic Brit-house arrangement.
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Jonathan Bogart: One of several logical endpoints to the “We No Speak Americano”/”Mr. Saxobeat” wave of faux-swing cheese-house hits that have swept Europe over the past several years, marrying it to the classy drum ‘n’ bass-derived electronic soul that’s been energizing London’s underground pop scene for the past several years. Cheesier than AlunaGeorge but classier than Alexandra Stan is a pretty broad spectrum, admittedly, but Foxx and Collier sidestep most of the usual pitfalls to either side and find a sweet, fresh-air spot where retro-minded hooks mesh with furiously modern beats.
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Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: The chorus is a hopscotch through one word. It’s plenty cute, but Collier’s producer, Ray Foxx, noticeably struggles to sustain a song around it. He pulls tension out of the first verse’s LOUDquietLOUD dynamics but afterwards finds himself with little direction to lead his track and his collaborator. Without the tension, the bubblegum pop goes limp, needlessly sticky rather than flavourful.
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Scott Mildenhall: A delicate bit of storytelling, made by subtle touch and slow pace. Admittedly not all the lyrics are great (poison as a positive is still a bit weird, as is “let me take control of you”), and they’re a bit clumsy in places, but where they’re kept simple they’re the best things in the song. “I can’t speak or think, I want you as mine; you make my heart beat in and out of time” sung at the end, as the realisation really hits and the affectingly onomatopoeic hook reaches its most urgent, is glorious.
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Anthony Easton: For a song about hearts going boom boom, this has the amphetamine speed down but not the percussive spirit. I would appreciate more literalism.
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