The Singles Jukebox

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Sean Paul – She Doesn’t Mind

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Katherine St Asaph: Someone involved wants to be Diplo. Someone else wants to be “Every Teardrop is a Waterfall.” Sean Paul just wants a nap.
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Brad Shoup: It’s totally possible that my recent appreciation of Flo Rida is attributable to the groundwork laid by Sean Da Paul. Flo’s got more melodicism (although Sean’s had exciting workouts in that vein), but he and Sean exalt syncopation over all other concerns. But it’s melodicism that puts the latter on the wrong side of the Europop divide (in the correlation-not-causation field, Stargate hit big right around the time of Sean’s last top 40 hit). He tosses in a yodeled yawp, perhaps compensating for the lack of a true rise, but rote production plus an opaque bark does not augur a smash.
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Iain Mew: The reaching for the high notes in the chorus sounds weirder and more out of place the closer I listen to it. The thick of-the-moment production is perfectly constructed to obscure that, though, as well as removing most traces of personality in general.
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Alfred Soto: The sudden vocal swoops are hooks within hooks. Inspect them too roughly though and the misogyny will cut you.
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Jonathan Bogart: Beware songs in which dudes tell you how women feel. The remix has Pitbull on it, which just feels redundant; surely Sean Paul is smug enough for two.
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Michaela Drapes: Dream date with Sean Paul: I meet him in the bar of Le Poisson Rouge (I saw him there once!); he asks to take me out the next night, and I acquiesce. He pulls up outside my Bed-Stuy pad in a ridonk limo. He’s looking very fine indeed, and smells lovely. We have dinner at Pastis, and then he takes me to a silly club (doesn’t matter which, really) in the Meatpacking District, where we dance endlessly, all night, to this track — a heady and potent blend of nonsense and freshly-cracked falsetto.
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