Perhaps the most cumbersome title we’ll cover all year…

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Thomas Inskeep: Retro ’90s house that, for once, doesn’t sound like Disclosure — probably because it’s originally from 2005, and has only re-emerged this year thanks to an Oliver Heldens remix and a new vocal from Ane Brun. Festival house: four-on-the-floor, easy-to-sing-along vocals, simple as that. 
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Scott Mildenhall: Credits ahoy: the brackets and the ampersand are in the bag, let’s go. Oliver Heldens gives the original the harder edge of his wont, and Ane Brun delivers a functional if fairly featureless feature to wrap it all together. It’s an in-and-out job, a hitchless heist with the most made of a short stay.
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Megan Harrington: I appreciate the sense of economy — a minor and a bit rocky build-up to the main idea, then the blenderized execution. I get the feel of DJs, drugs, lust, strobe lights, sweat, overhead fans and sticky floors all in about two and half minutes, the ideal length for someone who’s not interested in the firsthand experience. 
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Madeleine Lee: As long as the song she’s talking about isn’t this song.
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Alfred Soto:  A trashier Roisin Murphy, ready to hit the European summer festival circuit, bereft of personality and will.
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Katherine St Asaph: Works itself into a kinetic froth, but only eventually; the pitch-shifting sort of reminds me of, again with Brun, Katharina Nuttall, which just makes me wonder what dark dance she’d make of this and whether she’d keep the cliches.
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Brad Shoup: Hey, did you go to Hollywood Upstairs DJ School too?
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Micha Cavaseno: It’s got a decent electro shuffle, and the briefest of slips into New Jack Swing shuffle provide a bit of added eyebrow wag to what would’ve been a pretty generic roller. Cheeky, but not all that.
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Juana Giaimo: There is an unconcluded feeling in this remix that makes it work; it keeps going round and round the same idea, aiming to get out of these circles but never able to do so. And when it finishes, you’re satisfied, it was enough — and you know it’ll be there when you need another shot of energy.
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