The sun’s UV rays can cause cataracts, and The Cataracs cause.. hmm, this isn’t working, is it?

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Anthony Easton: I love the small details: how he says the word “swing,” how rueful the line “all these girls are so pretty/all of us getting so shitty” is, and rhyming “mary jane” with “Vicodin.”. Don’t love: the skittering beat, the use of auto-tune, the misuse of champagne, the banality of going to the club as an example of malaise or ennui or other French words for being exquisitely bored, and the jigsaw quality of it. So it’s basically a wash.
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Brad Shoup: The last time I got drunk ’til the sun rose was before Christmas. I figured I’d finish writing up my top ten albums of 2011 by the fire pit, to which I added both a new log and starter log. Dumb, but so was trying to put out the now-raging fire by pouring mostly-finished cups of wine and beer cans on it. “Sunrise” manages to stave off total stupidity, except for the spoken-word bropreciation at the end. (“Ain’t fuckin’, what the fuck you for?” isn’t dumb so much as spiritually bankrupt.) Their stupidest choice, I think, is keeping a lid on Dev; her verses would’ve buried what’s on hand. Instead, she waxes Sofia Coppola over submerged keyboard chords and a skipping, pitched-up vocal sample while the Cataracs read from a pad three inches from their eyes. 
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Iain Mew: Dev offers clubbing as mystical experience, a blurry world filled with wonder where it seems appropriate that the sunrise is where the song’s emphasis goes. Her choice of words in “me and my best friends getting shitty” seems odd, but only until The Cataracs show up and prove it correct.
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John Seroff: Pseudo-profundity for pledge week that heaves to with all the charm of an alarm clock and quickly flames out lyrically with the queasy rhyming of city, pretty and shitty.  Things get worse from there. “On and on / Like Simpsons seasons” wins the prize for most unintentionally accurate, self-assessed metaphor. Interminable and unnecessary.
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Isabel Cole: This is probably my fault and not the song’s, but I can’t shake the impression that the vocals are an ironically earnest (earnestly ironic?) Youtube cover of a Ke$ha song. Described like that it sounds awful but nestled into a hazy collection of pleasing electronic burbles it’s quite pretty if not exciting. Too bad what little momentum builds up  gets completely derailed by the blank-voiced, aggressively boring rapping — they’d have been better served by Our Lady Of The Dollar Sign herself.
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Katherine St Asaph: Three parts “Like a G6,” including its “popping bottles in the ice” hook; one part LMFAO drained of obnoxiousness; one part the previously unheard “I Gotta Feeling” cover programmed and cooed by the Double Rainbow guy after he turned the camera off. The charts have tried worse recipes.
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Sabina Tang: Dev’s indiepop voice and some of the video’s throwaway details are charming (yes, one does tend to pay attention to weird lizards and insects on Southern Hemisphere beach-bum travelogues), but the rest is terribly lazy. I had to look up why these people were famous, but “Like A G6” was a much better song than this one.
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