Tuesday, November 29th, 2016

Kiiara – Feels

Just let it all out…


Natasha Genet Avery: Now we’re two singles in and I still don’t know what Kiiara’s thing is. Felix Snow’s Soundcloud bedroom beat only accentuates the flatness of her delivery — much like on “Gold,” Kiiara seems unable to conjure any emotion through her timid whisper.

Iain Mew: Kiiara here gets just right the stream of conciousness of a certain kind of satisfying self-reckoning often seen on the internet — “fuck it, keep on going” is, as they say, too real. She doesn’t have much to fill her stylistically perfect song with, though, and the chorus lets it down. Not because it has the line “I’ve got way too many feels” but because it really wants to be a song with the chorus “I’ve got way too many feels” but doesn’t have the confidence or direction not to follow it with a redundant translation.

Will Adams: It’s only appropriate. “Feels” the word is less a descriptor of deep emotion than it is a signifier for it. “Feels” the song is all talk, no show, with Kiiara hovering on the same note throughout barely trying to convince you. This shouldn’t be shocking coming from someone who titled her EP Low Kii Savage and peppers her lyrics with lines like “we finna blow it” and “drop top in that coup” over serviceable trap production. It’s referencing, not relating, and also deeply uninteresting.

Joshua Copperman: Wait… did Kiiara just say “finna?” It’s not my place to judge how problematic that is, but between that and the attempts at catchy one-liners (“faded when I’m sober/sober when I’m faded,” “you say you smoking grams, I’m smoking into the Grammys,” the title of the actual song), it’s easy to think they should have chopped up the vocals here, too. Judging from that song, the more mysterious and otherworldly Kiiara is, the better — making this faux-confessional song a bit of a misfire. Felix Snow’s production is still glossy, lush, and atmospheric, but clearly, all that glitters ain’t “Gold”.

Alfred Soto: Serious logorrhea — no space for the track to breathe, no space for Kiiara to breathe. I’m not even sure the melody’s nice.

Will Rivitz: A year and a half ago, there was a Pitchfork review that complained that a certain band didn’t “have feelings; they have #thefeels.” That’s arguably the case here: Kiiara grouses that she’s got “way too much emotion” without really describing any of the feels she’s feeling beyond an ambiguously angsty distrust of those around here. The attitude isn’t unexpected — Kiiara’s schtick generally fits better in an Instagram caption than in A Place For Serious Music Criticism, which is an attitude I really vibe with — but compared to the fangs she bares on “Gold” and “Say Anymore,” this one falls flat. She’s best when she’s holding court over bumpin’ production; drowning under a Tinashe knockoff doesn’t work quite so well.

Katie Gill: “I got too many feels” yeah, no, absolutely not. She’s twenty-one, so this hilariously juvenile lyric can be forgiven, but the boring production can’t. “I got too many feels,” she monotonously sings in a five note score over a stale beat, a three and a half minute song that’s so rushed and aimless it feels like a minute and a half. The best thing this song can provide is the lyrics superimposed on ironic Tumblr gifsets of Eddie Redmayne crying.

William John: I’ve no doubt Kiiara has “feels” — plenty of them, probably, as do we all — but why do them the injustice of being expressed in a manner so comatose?

Thomas Inskeep: A little like Alessia Cara x Lorde, but with a trap underpinning and some very wide open synths unpinning its background. I don’t love her high, thin voice, but this has some interesting stuff going on. 

Juana Giaimo: “Feels” could be going on forever: the melody repeats itself, offers slight variaions and it also takes new paths. Kiiara’s vocals are angelic and absent-minded, joined by ambient sounds. But she cuts off the listeners’ expectation with her defiant rambling. It is puzzling that someone who recently started her career is already singing “You say you smoking grams, I’m smoking into the Grammys.” But just like in “Gold,” Kiiara isn’t here to be sweet, and she doesn’t mind spitting out everything that comes to her mind to your face. 

Ramzi Awn: The lyrics get in the way of a brilliant track, and Kiiara’s mashup of curses and curtsies makes for a cloying mix.

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