Wednesday, November 6th, 2019

Meduza, Becky Hill & Goodboys – Lose Control

Get your backs off the wall ’cause Meduza-meanor said so…


Kayla Beardslee: Funny how this song never really loses control, amirite?

Tobi Tella: Awfully tame for a song supposedly about losing control. The verses actually build up a nice sense of tension, but the awful drop which refuses to commit to anything ruins it.

Nicholas Donohoue: Mildly impressive that it starts feeling played out past the two minute mark, but there’s nothing unobjectionable here. It’ll come on, we’ll all jump around, we’ll move on to the next one and no one will be any worse. True Neutral alignment. 

Oliver Maier: The ghostly synths remind me of Andy Stott, and the grizzly chorus vocal by one of the Goodboys is a good fit, sounding almost like a sample taken from elsewhere and repurposed for the track. Becky Hill is the odd one out, her voice too bright and emotive in the way that singers tend to be over EDM, i.e. not particularly convincingly. A little more patience and a little less bombast never hurt anyone.

Will Adams: Becky Hill’s a welcome presence given her track record as a vocalist-for-hire, but also because “Lose Control” is so blatantly identical to “Piece of Your Heart” it’s almost hilarious. I haven’t heard a dance act rip themselves off this hard since Cascada.

Scott Mildenhall: Over the past few years, acts like Sigma, Sigala and Jonas Blue have all spun off from their first hit — in each case, something of a novelty hit — into a healthy existence as omni-collaborators, replicating and replicating and replicating again the sound that they first gained attention for, and ready, willing and able to call upon anyone available to give it their vocals. “Piece of Your Heart” wasn’t quite a novelty on the scale of “Bound 2 (Da Reload)” (quick sorries notwithstanding), but like their forebears, Meduza and Goodboys seem to be sticking to their guns. So, too, does Becky Hill, who is top of this game for a reason. But that’s not to say that it’s being played very entertainingly.

Kylo Nocom: All this talk of changing the atmosphere and running out of air is apt; the song is suffocating in its desperation, the sustained strings and percussion outlining Becky Hill’s dramatic state of affairs. Of course, the vocal contributions of Goodboys confirm any beliefs as to whether this dread was a result of being really bland or not. All palpable tension is dropped as soon as the bass does, and the remnants are some really dull hooks.

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