The Singles Jukebox

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Micha Cavaseno: Weak riddim with a weak vocal atop equals this track getting responses of “Booo!” for all the wrong reasons.
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Will Adams: Better have a decent sub or a keyed-up EQ to get this to bump like Gully Bop probably wanted it to. This treads lightly on the headphones, as if it wants to whisper “fun” as politely as possible.
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Ramzi Awn: Gully Bop’s vocals hold up well against what sounds like a Ninja Turtles video game soundtrack.      
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Jessica Doyle: Being almost completely ignorant of dancehall as a whole, let alone of Gully Bop and the circumstances of his rise to fame, I’m more comfortable reviewing the beat: which is great fun for the first minute and a half and then starts showing its limits.
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Anthony Easton: With viral media, who is zooming who, and who is in on the joke, is an ongoing problem made more complicated by issues of class and race. Gully has enough musical skills to be beloved by Jamaican media, and the move from viral to mainstream is less interesting than the well-balanced musical choices. I still don’t know what it means that he is working for Major Lazer, though.
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Brad Shoup: A portrait of filthy middle age, from the lyrics to his rusted-out pipes. He can’t summon tough syncopation or lift his notes for more than a tiny bit at a time, but the assertion is really something. I’ve no idea if this is true, but the track (a stuttering synthetic guitar and a three repeated bass notes) feels like it was built under his flow: it shares Gully Bop’s grim matter-of-factness. 
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