A song about one of these, no doubt.
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Iain Mew: Drippiness over house piano which, electronic flourishes aside, sounds like Take That the first time around, and not one of their good ones. Even the rap, often a highlight of even mediocre K-Pop singles, adds little and they think that “boom boom boom pow” is so good it’s worth doing twice.
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Jonathan Bogart: I like a lot of the details of this — the house piano, the way they turn “dazzling” into a three-syllable word, the rapid-fire trade-off on the rap — but they don’t add up to a strong or significant whole.
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Katherine St Asaph: Was this commissioned solely to fill out “Express Yourself”/”Born This Way” mashups?
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Anthony Easton: This is not dazzling or shiny. The whole thing is kind of dingy but not in a deliberately grungy way–sort of like a machine that once was beautiful and new, but has been used extensively and not carefully for a few months.
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Patrick St. Michel: A few weeks ago, I saw two young women in Harajuku minding their own business when the chorus to “Dazzling Girl” started playing from a nearby truck advertising the new SHINee single. The pair looked at each other and exclaimed “SHINee!” before chasing after the moving billboard to snap some photos. It looked like the intro to a 90’s boy-band music video, which was appropriate seeing as SHINee’s people have studied up on that time in pop. “Dazzling Girl” isn’t far removed from “Sherlock,” but it does everything it needs to, which is give each member time to display their personality and serve up a catchy chorus. As long as they keep hitting those points, Japanese women across Tokyo will be chasing after their advertising trucks for a long time.
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Edward Okulicz: “Dazzling Girl” passes the “has a good beat and you can dance to it” test with flying colours and throws in enough surprises to be a little more than just that: the quasi-rap bit is a highlight, for starters.
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Brad Shoup: Here’s a key component of pop: the will-to-third-base of adolescence, envisioned with a manic grin. The sentiments are silly, the terms of endearment stale. But the baggy piano is a virus, and the melodic bursts like short daggers.
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