She’s no Kylie or Cheryl, but I do feel offended on Ms. Piper’s behalf…

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Iain Mew: Not that Billie, no. This one adds a kind of faded Paloma Faith drama to Netsky’s bleeps, which in reaching for the ecstatic don’t manage to make the moment sound vital any more than Billie does.
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Alfred Soto: Where’s the goddamn puppy?
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Alex Ostroff: I prefer my dance tracks to gradually bloom into newer and newer shapes and forms instead of stuck in one endless groove, no matter how groovy said groove might be. Also, I was promised a puppy.
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Patrick St. Michel: The vocal and the plinky keyboard sound nice, but that’s pretty much everything of note going on here.
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Ian Mathers: The intro is promising, but then Netsky brings in some pro forma “uplifting” synths and the kind of stiff backbeat that needs something either more lockstep or more free than what he does with the rest of the track. Then he locks the track into a pattern that, while not bad when heard once, is allowed to remain far too static for most of the duration. Basically, neither the vocal refrain nor the little bleep-bloop melody is compelling enough to repeat without variation that many times. And these elements are so close to being something compelling, but the composition is just a little off in too many ways and the result is seriously disappointing.
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Katherine St Asaph: Best parenthetical since (Naked), and just as versatile: “I Belong In Your Arms (Puppy)”, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Puppy)”, “Pussy Is Mine (Puppy)”, “Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) (Puppy).” What, there’s a song? It’s just a bunch of bosh, keyboard noodling and YOLO? Whatever, puppy.
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Brad Shoup: Maybe there’s something refreshing about Billie’s almost conversational delivery of the title, which is essentially the thrust of every uptempo pop tune ever made. It dovetails well with the contemplative take on French house, that filtered synth funk that’s eating its way through the floorboards.
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Jonathan Bogart: Carpe diem rarely sounds so boring.
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