Bob Sinclar, however, is an institution that will outlast us all.

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Mallory O’Donnell: In which everyone’s favorite French House moppet/hardbody nonchalantly updates a disco-era hit by La Carrà, probably in about the time it took you to pick up your groceries. Is it a radical rework of futurtastic proportions? No. Does it successfully avoid the beer-hall evoking breakdowns of the original? Yes. It’s like I’m always sayin’, if the Cerrone ain’t broken, don’t fix it.
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Anthony Easton: “Far L’amore” is somewhere between Giorgio Moroder and Boney M. This makes me happy. 
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Brad Shoup: YouTube’s right: this is truly a cash-in project. The original’s wonderfully strident shuffle becomes a canvas for idle DJ doodling, and the force has been stripped from Carra’s performance. Evidently Sinclar thrives working across borders, but decades? Not so much. If only he’d spent more time making Luv.
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Alex Ostroff: I feel a pressing need to delve further into Italian pop music, not because I like what I’ve heard of it, but because I desperately hope that the country has been as ill-treated as Canada by the global pop market — exposing the world only to its worst output. Surely there must be more to Italian pop than endlessly repetitive, horribly grating polka-house fusion? The only thing I like about this is that it isn’t quite as awful as “We No Speak Americano.”
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Katherine St Asaph: From “Far L’amore,” we can extrapolate the implied song. Raffaella Carra sang a fantastic final line of a chorus that stretched and heaved its way away from and back to its home tone. A trumpet was involved someplace, as was a reasserting thump between questioning verses. The thump was Bob’s fave, as was the last line and about three notes of the trumpet; from them, he cobbled together this.
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Edward Okulicz: Too limp for the dancefloor, too nagging for the poolside, and too dull-pleasant for casual listening. You get the feeling something quite pretty has been lost in the translation to semi-bosh; this has form but no function.
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Michaela Drapes: As evidenced by the video, this isn’t cheese, this is a song to be utterly fabulous to. As was the original! Bob Sinclar’s Cerrone impersonation is awesome, BTW.
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Pete Baran: Never let it be said that Bob Sinclar can’t find a hook and beat it deathlessly into submission until all that’s left is a Crazy Frog-like death squeak of recognition. It’s probably a mark of pride to Bob that he can repurpose anything into a dancefloor filler, but I am sure Bernard Matthews was proud of his Turkey Drummers before he died, too.
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