The Singles Jukebox

Welcome to Big Local European Hits Monday! First up, an Italian YouTube star…

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Jonathan Bogart: One test of a new musical format is how well it withstands the bandwagon-jumping novelty-mongers that inevitably emerge from the woodwork scenting easy money. On this showing, the basic EDM structure is pretty sturdy, even as the gurning idiot at the center of it attempts to lampoon it, and only ends up lampooning himself.
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Ryo Miyauchi: By the third drop, I get it. It’s loud, it wobbles, it’s a drop. I’ve heard quite a few of them. I still like them in 2016. And we’re going to let the bass finish every other bar for the rest of the night. Not original, but fun. I’m down. I just got to ask, though: Can we get another guy to host the party? Because man, this game should not get old this fast.
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Juana Giaimo: It’s always hard to rate a humorous song and even more when you don’t understand its language. When I listen to “Andiamo a Comandare” I wonder if it’s maybe aiming to be annoying with that monotonous techno beat and that chorus that seems more fitting for a sport event. But why would I want to listen to a song that’s annoying to me? 
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Scott Mildenhall: Rovazzi says he is heavily inspired by Monty Python, and there is more than a sense of surrealism in this song and its accompanying video, but what it brings to mind most is the boundless, infectious energy of “Put a Donk on It.” The Blackout Crew would be proud of its commitment to huge, elastic noises, and even more so “my head is spinning like a kebab” — one of the finest lyrics of this year in any language.
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Cassy Gress: This sounds like “Deep Down Low” crossed with “Gentleman,” and I’m not sure that the great bassy wub that thuds through most of this song makes up for the general dorkiness of the lyrics and performance. (Though “my head is spinning like a kebab” is pretty great.)
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Iain Mew: Put this next to Radiofish and an international language of personality-driven novelty hits becomes clear. Rovazzi doesn’t pull off the necessary extremes of pumped or deadpan, though, and the bass vworps and hints of gothic synth-pop aren’t enough to compensate.
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Alfred Soto: Boasting the same kind of high fructose corn syrup sucked through a polyurethane pipe that characterizes K-pop, this Italian electro track can’t figure out what to do with the vocals, which means it peters out when the rush should be dissolving my endorphins.
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