The Singles Jukebox

Not as challenging as finding Waldo…

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Alfred Soto: Fresh off playing mildly queer in Kingdom, Nick Jonas returns to the profession that has made his dilettantism remunerative. The serpentine guitar line recalls “Am I Wrong”; the vocal recalls nothing at all.
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Will Adams: Before “Waves”-wave, there was a tiny subset of trance producers who occasionally made light, guitar-inflected dance pop that was more wistful than vibe-y. “Find You” falls more in that realm, thankfully, but the real treat is hearing Jonas pull back from the feigned swagger of “Jealous” and “Bacon” to occupy the sound this well.
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Ryo Miyauchi: Nick Jonas journeys away from gesture-heavy body talk to get in tune with his serious side. And he somehow figured he could mine emotional blues in the beach-side blandness of Robin Schulz’s remix of Mr. Probz’s “Waves.” Like the remix, “Find You” drifts too gentle to feel any genuine release nor is it burdened enough to suggest suffocated pain.
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Micha Cavaseno: In a natural progression, Nick Jonas recognizes that his soft-rock masquerading as R&B is not a bit too gauche and too in your face for the contemporary audience. Instead, he’s moved to that soft edge of tasteful continental house-pop (see: Robin Schulz) and married Posner-style melancholy to it with relative ease. Say what you will about how slight and anemic the record feels, he’s proving time and time again that he knows just how to put himself perfectly on the cusp of the now without having to be as garish a chameleon as other artists when they force themselves to occupy the exact definitions of the here and now.
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Edward Okulicz: Fairly lovely as far as its exhaustingly popular and insidious genre goes, and Nick Jonas sounds lost enough that I can believe he can’t find himself, let alone the titular “you.” The verses have a nice melody, although the repeated “where to find you” scans clumsily, like it’s too many words to be normal English or a natural fit for the song. The “try, try, try” hook isn’t big enough to justify the swell that accompanies it. But overall, this is miles better than the average Robin Schulz song, so.
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Julian Baldsing: There aren’t many things more depressing than a hookless song scrambling for a makeshift earworm, and “Find You”‘s attempt with that “try, try, try” bit makes me want to sit under the shower for a few hours.
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