That is some serious hate face there.
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Katherine St Asaph: YouTube dude: “This song is so goooooood and I love technical death metal.” This comment, made about such a cheap pony bead of a song, endorses neither Wynter nor, thanks to the taste transitive property, death metal.
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Iain Mew: Formulaic sounding pop made warm and fizzy by the force and personality of Wynter’s voice. Which would be enough alone to make it stand out from the crowd, but actually isn’t the most remarkable thing here, thanks to the way that she equates romance solely and squarely with the purchase of material things. It’s not a unique theme in a pop song but I’ve never heard one approach it quite as frankly and excitedly. There’s barely a word wasted on anything other than her desire to have things bought for her, apart from one surprisingly coy bit when she promises that “your time will come” in return. Overall it’s a little startling. Still, she carefully makes it clear early on that she’s not actually dependent on this transactional behaviour for her income and sounds infectiously happy about it all, so good for her I guess?
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Brad Shoup: It’d be gross if it weren’t so screwball, the kind of knowing tune that likely lightened a couple weeks of Depression. “You can’t buy love, but you should try, try,” she implores, doing her best Gwen Stefani impression. Fake xylophones and robotic claps bear her like a litter, and she digs into the chorus like a five-star dinner that may not grace her schedule again. The realest moment is at the end: the comedy gets swallowed into the pit.
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Alfred Soto: Gordon’s such a brazen gold digger that she’ll sell her boyfriend’s gold to the boyfriend and deposit the profit in a Caribbean tax shelter, using the interest to buy shoes, roses, and maybe another boyfriend. She could go shopping for fresher beats though.
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Jer Fairall: Giddy and ebullient, but if Occupy Atlantic Records is the next stop, they’ll have no one to blame but themselves.
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Ian Mathers: There’s an interesting point to be made (maybe even by someone on the Jukebox) about the ideological differences and similarities between this song and the songs where Beyonce conflates romance and economics, but I can get over the rinkydink production and Gordon’s bland voice for long enough to think about it.
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Alex Ostroff: ‘Buy My Love’ recalls the crass and explicit love/commerce treatises of The Fame. Wynter even sounds a fair bit like early Gaga during the chorus. Thankfully, ‘Buy My Love’ replaces tiresome 4×4 RedOne bosh with a slightly lighter touch. Still, if Gaga’s disaffected, winking, faux-ironic distance from money and fame was annoying, at least it was interesting. If you’re going to gleefully and blatantly commercialise relationships, at least try to do so in a patently ridiculous/awesome manner.
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