We’re pretty convinced…
[7.89]
Total writers: 9
Highest score: [10]
Lowest score: [5]
Controversy index: 0.86
[7.89]
Total writers: 9Highest score: [10]
Lowest score: [5]
Controversy index: 0.86
Katherine St. Asaph: The frontwoman of Alabama Shakes making a throbbing, explosive, furiously sung dance track, kinda like the midpoint of Prince, Depeche Mode, and classic house, about an all-consuming crush — i.e., the most Katherinebait thing imaginable — is something I never expected. The extended edit is not extended enough.
[10]
Alfred Soto: What the fuck. I expected pop for NPR-affiliate listeners everywhere, not this homage to Clinton-era deep house where the percussion rattles and Brittany Howard gives the kind of anonymous vocal performance of which those dance classics were made. I'm on an airplane dancing, knocking drinks over.
[9]
Tim de Reuse: Out from the unremarkable feel-good beat grows a strange, growling sound-animal, lashing together every other element, supporting the echoing vocals from below while filling in the dead air between bursts of gasping, airy synths. Few house-revival efforts in this day and age reach this level of sonic cohesion, filling in every frequency like a jigsaw puzzle without letting anything cover up anything else. Tropical not as in "Tropical House" (touristy, antiseptic, manicured) but tropical as in humid, dense vegetation, a buzz of color and sensation.
[8]
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