Can’t Keep Blurbing These Songs…

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Alfred Soto: The kind of obscure disco-not-disco record that might’ve made a comp or whose bass might’ve been sampled by DJ Shadow. Wimp vocals don’t help.
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Micha Cavaseno: A decent erector-set brittle disco groove, topped off by rather incomprehensible vocals that do their best to keep you feeling lost while you’re trying to penetrate the wall of the storm. Slippery, but lacks a certain something to keep you feeling satisfied from all the failure to resolve in a strong way.
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Rebecca A. Gowns: Evan Minsker compared this to “Hanging on the Telephone” in its chorus refrain — come on, hit me up, I can’t keep checking my phone — but it’s got more than that in common with the (incredible) Nerves single. It’s tightly constructed, but full of vibrancy. It’s cool and detached, but a sense of plaintive longing pervades, dripping over the shuffling disco beat. We’re not just singing about day-drinking, we’re feeling it; we’re not just evoking the aurora borealis, we’re painting it.
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Iain Mew: These days notifications have evolved to the point where I don’t even need to keep checking my phone, just keep it within peripheral vision and wait for the light to catch my eye. All the same distraction, just turned into a constant fog without conscious focus! Unknown Mortal Orchestra have done something similar to the concept of a song here.
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Patrick St. Michel: How far can a good groove carry a song? “Can’t Keep Checking My Phone” offers nothing of interest beyond that strut — the lyrics are nonsense masquerading as a grumpy letter to the editor about kids these days, and they don’t even sound all that catchy. 
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Brad Shoup: You say polyamory! I say die! but goddamn this is a great take on the TK disco dissolve — the clattering percussion nearly lands on the Diwali riddim. Glum is glum, and I can’t fight the feeling.
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