Going nuclear (family)…

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Will Adams: That chorus doesn’t sound like true love. There’ll be close readings of Lily Allen’s feature credit here for sure, but apart from that and the shuffling trip hop beat, there’s not much here.
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Patrick St. Michel: The lyrical content here straddles a very thin line between capturing the “realness” of romance and just being misguided. I get that love can prompt strong emotions, many of them not all positive, but I think if you want to physically hurt your lover something is really really wrong in the relationship. The music, though, is just pure Sunday-morning laziness, with a goofy bounce and an at-times-crushing upbeatness. This would all be forgettable if Lily Allen hadn’t popped up late with a lovely interlude that totally upstages P!nk and makes me wish Allen would try recording some new music all her own. 
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Iain Mew: I was not prepared for how startling and affecting hearing Lily Allen in full sigh mode again was going to be! It’s not even like she’s been away for that long, or like she gets more than a few lines. Yet, even though this is at the better-crafted end of P!nk’s songs, I’m still going to be waiting for Lily’s bit whenever I hear it.
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Anthony Easton: This is exactly the P!nk I was expecting. This is exactly not the Lily Allen I was expecting. 
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Katherine St Asaph: This trend of P!nk hiring guest vocalists then disappearing into their demo cadences needs to stop immediately; it’s more novel than being Max Martin Rocker Chick #5, but isn’t this what seniority gets you out of? (Note what P!nk does with “wrap your little brain around my fe-elings” — she doesn’t do glo’al stops like Lily, but you can hear where it was supposed to go — and then references “Not Fair” immediately after.) A Lily Allen lyric without Lily Allen singing is either a relief or a snotty hell, and whichever you think it is, there’s plenty there for you. But hey, Greg Kurstin’s here too, bringing the obvious pop. “I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck” is a switcharoo as zingy as Carly Rae Jepsen‘s; the chorus bludgeons like a fire ax. If you think either of those are hell, I don’t want to hear it.
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Mallory O’Donnell: If you require a mild, ingratiating post-downtempo track to celebrate a love/hate relationship this allegedly intense please don’t look me up when you’re ready to move on to your next one.
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Jonathan Bradley: “Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say.” My feelings exactly, P!nk. (A mark off for the pointless cutaway to a tunelessly warbling Allen.)
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Brad Shoup: I’m hearing that lilting “Be Real Black For Me” piano a lot this year. Definitely in “Same Love,” now here. I’m still fond of it, but my favorite bit here is the shrugging dah-dah-dah guitar pushing things along. Because she and Allen have gone and written a throwback AM pop tune, the song’s been processed accordingly, with P!nk sounding particularly dry. Anyway, I know there’s a song here, but all I’m hearing is a formalist singalong triumph.
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Alfred Soto: P!nk’s so skilled at conversational cadences that I wondered what was different, and, of course, it was pledging troth to a hateful person. Despite Lily Allen, the sentiments feel rote and the song insubstantial. I mean, P!nk can cover “I Hate Myself For Loving You.”
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