The Singles Jukebox

Pop, to two decimal places.

Young Moe – Take a Breath

And we’re yet to cover Fat Trel on the Jukebox…


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Brad Shoup: If you don’t mind, I’m going to pretend he said “ice like dice,” instead of the actual thought-break we’re meant to infer. The Bassheads back him with High Schmaltz-era production, with a robotic coo like a Martin Denny theremin. Moe’s conspiratorial rasp is fine; it does the job better than the mid-song skitlets, at least.
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Alfred Soto: It rewards relistening. The sonics entice — check out that whistle, recorded as if heard coming out a thirties radio show — and so does Moe, whose breathy boasting is too subdued to court obnoxiousness. Too subdued.
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Iain Mew: This is just a touch too low-key, but it is sweet. The heavenly choir of whirs says the things that Moe can’t quite bring himself to except via the medium of sports metaphors, while the musical stuttering highlights the uncertainties that he’s papering over. He says that he’s not one for cuddles but does a good job of making you want to give him one.
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Jonathan Bradley: The sped-up lullaby-like whine that forms the main melodic theme of “Take a Breath” is the polar opposite of the screwed-up music that usually gets the chopped up stutters Moe re-creates for the hook here, but the dreamy quality of the tune makes the unexpected combination work. The outcome is kind of sweet: it has the same dainty prettiness of a music box. This young Virginian’s voice is much more engaging than his words are, which makes the sugary mellifluousness of the song airy like cotton candy, and slightly unsubstantial like the same. The hefty bassline gives the beat the weight the confection as a whole lacks.
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Zach Lyon: Aside from the wonderfully ethereal production, I’m won over by Moe’s quiet forcefulness in the chorus; the way he orates his stressed syllables is powerful, especially in contrast to his near-inaudible #humbleflow in the verses. When half the beat drops out in the final verse and his voice is that much clearer, it sounds almost like a nursery rhyme, which (along with the whistling theremin) sounds more than a little affecting and surreal.
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Anthony Easton: It turns in on itself in interesting ways and the whistling sounds that almost sound like radar installations add a whole paranoid element to the mess. Worthwhile set of experiments. 
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