Chuck Eddy: Feeling down’n’dirty, feeling kinda mean, they’ve been from one to another extreme. This time they had a good time, ain’t got time to wait, they wanna stick around ’till they can’t see straight.
Michaelangelo Matos: OMG DUDEZ THESE GUYS R FUKKING RIGHTEOUS! “I THINK MAYBE I CAN’T HAVE RELATIONSHIPS” BCZ “THERE’S SO MANY FINE WOMEN”–DUDE, 4 REAL! AND THEY ALL WANT ME, I MEAN U, Y’KNOW?! :)
Anthony Easton: Lacks any of their brash frat boy ambiguity, and replaces the anxiety of influence with something that suggests the fun has all gone.
Frank Kogan: The verses give us typical 3OH!3 pain-is-a-party shtick, which the singing is too weak to deliver. But unbelievably the chorus actually creates a party: rolling guitars and deep swaying hip-hop, Naughty By Nature conjured up for the ’10s, good feeling – cynicism at bay and maybe defeated.
Martin Skidmore: The “hey”s are sort of strong, but the rest of it, the lame US indie-brat vocals, the half-assed electro-rock, the mistaking of talking for rapping, is nowhere near as good. When you follow a top ten hit with one that reaches #89, you must have fucked up somewhere.
Doug Robertson: Ah, so they’re not quite a one trick pony after all. Just a shame that this isn’t anywhere near as fun or as interesting as their original trick. At least the musical Buckaroo of previous tracks was catchy enough and could hold your attention as they ran up and down the gamut of their schtick. This can barely muster up enough effort to flick its tail and keep the flies off it.
Katherine St Asaph: It’s an improvement in the sense that I don’t want to impale them all on a pike, and they’ve toned down the misogyny to a dull roar. But you’re still joking if you think these synth scraps from Benny Blanco (has he ever produced anything good without Dr. Luke’s vetting?) will result in blown-out speakers, shut-down blocks, or much dancing at all.