Not about sullen vampires…

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Edward Okulicz: A bright pastiche of 2011-era pop’s awkward rainbow, this has been focus-grouped, mixed and remixed to within an inch of its life for radio. But there are two kinds of radio hits; the first bounds out of the speakers and makes you move, brightens your day, encourages singing along, and the second blares incessantly like a droning co-worker saying the same thing over and over again.
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Michaela Drapes: Too slow, too bland, too sanitized — you can’t dance to this, the vocalists sound entirely unconvincing, and it’s all so terribly immature, emotionally, sonically and lyrically.
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Anthony Easton: There is nothing to mark Amanda Reifer’s vocals as distinct, or if not distinct then worthy of a pop song, and she seems to know this, moving steadily and consistently without much passion through a field of non-signifying electronic blankness. There is no there here.
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John Seroff: Rihanna backwash over Control+V Caribbean rhythms and Brand X guest spot adds up to soulless pap. Not worth the effort it would take to get indignant, and surely not interesting enough to merit more than two sentences.
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Brad Shoup: Audio perlite: lightweight, fire-retardant. Are they going dippy out of some misplaced devotion to Rihanna’s strengths?
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Katherine St Asaph: If the goal’s to spawn more Rihannas so the one we’ve got doesn’t work herself into the ER, that’s a lofty, necessary goal — but why bother with differentiated names? Or material this perky?
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Jer Fairall: Bright, heartfelt and rather melodically graceful, but the vocals are as laboured as the singer’s awkward use of the word “recently,” with a toss up between the girl’s Paula Abdul squawk and the boy’s drenched-in-autotune rap verse as the bigger anvil hung around the neck of this otherwise charming composition.
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Pete Baran: A remarkably unremarkable track, with a bold, big, go-for-the-chorus vibe, but I like it a lot more than I thought I would. The requisite cricket joke would give it a [4], but I think it’s worth more.
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Kat Stevens: Youngsters smiling sweetly and slowly singing about schoolkid daydreams; if it wasn’t for the sledgehammer synth jerkiness, this lot could be the Bajan California Dreams. Except I don’t think they ever played cricket in California Dreams.
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Iain Mew: I keep trying to think of a reason why this completely weak and uninteresting song called “Twilight” would get so popular apart from… well, you know, and failing. Which makes me take against it more than its harmless ineffectualness probably deserves.
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Alfred Soto: In the sterling tradition of Big Mountain’s cover of “Baby I Love Your Way” — the soundtrack to a resort tiki bar as happy hour ends.
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