So English people shouldn’t talk like this – HOOTS MON!…

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Jonathan Bogart: In theory I should be interested in a song that marries the overspecific didacticism of musical theater to the sway and grind of r&b. And maybe either a proper musical theater singer or a proper r&b singer could sell me on it; this neither-flesh-nor-fowl stuff ain’t cutting it.
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Katherine St Asaph: I’m not sure putting a woman on a pedestal and showering her with platitudes makes for a goood relationship. Maybe if the words at least scanned.
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Martin Skidmore: Much of this is just Vivian’s likeably soulful vocals over a piano, with strings and percussion in parts. I’m not sure that there is enough to the song to carry something so basic, and while I like her voice, again it may lack the force to lift it beyond sounding like a pleasant album track.
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John Seroff: Awkwardly phrased, amateurishly composed, coffee shop lounge lizardry that depends on a voice that’s too thin to carry this bumper-sticker philosophy drek further than sub-mediocre.
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Chuck Eddy: Ridiculous — yet sincere! One more example of theoreticlly “retro” R&B that manages to forget that soul music used to have hooks, or at least a groove. But the lack thereof almost earns this song’s title regardless, and Vivian sounds like a nice lady. “Hold her when she wants to be held. Don’t yell at her when she’s only trying to love you. Take her to her favorite place, more often than not” (really awkward, that last line) — I don’t know who wrote these lyrics, but I sure hope they’ve been invited onto Oprah, or got a contract from a greeting card company. And I admit it, minus the back story, I halfway wanna check out Viv’s entire album just to determine whether she did in fact waste it all on said guy.
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Alfred Soto: Masochistic drivel like this deserves a vocal that can (a) wipe the drivel (b) say “who cares?” to the masochism. “Beautiful” is both beneath and beyond Vivian Green; she’s a good singer, doing more with a gulp than Alicia Keys, but she sounds like a girl secretly slipping into her mom’s platform boots.
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