Summer dreams, ripped at the seams…

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Will Adams: This feels less like a song and more an abstract, complex math proof where you have to explain how, in 2019, Martin Garrix + Macklemore + Patrick Stump = Justice.
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David Moore: Such an airless, if airtight, Song of the Summer entrant that it locks itself into a high floor and a low ceiling, flattening Patrick Stump into wallpaper but mitigating the Macklemore.
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Joshua Minsoo Kim: The idea is that Stump can provide a decent house vocal while Macklemore injects the song with some light-hearted summer fun–the two can’t accomplish both on their own, clearly. But even together, their voices don’t really sell their intended functionality, and the track sounds like a karaoke version of “D.A.N.C.E.”
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Taylor Alatorre: Patrick Stump’s blue-eyed soul ambitions worked better over surging pop punk because they stretched the limits of what that genre was thought capable of. When you instead have him play the awestruck loverman on a recombinant nu-disco beat airlifted out of 2007, his own vocal limits are revealed, painfully. Garrix’s joyless ransacking of French house’s greatest hits is triangulation at its crudest: “people still listen to Justice at pool parties, right?” Macklemore is once again the improbable bright spot simply for sounding more grateful to be here than anyone else, which doesn’t change the fact that “under one breath” doesn’t mean anything.
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Alfred Soto: The bass slapping would’ve embarrassed Justice in 2007, and the Macklemore rap deserves fevered Donald Trump attack-tweets (“nothing underneath as we undress” — well, yeah, you think she’s wearing mink?). 
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Katherine St Asaph: Certain parts of this track — that one guitar riff, for instance — just want so bad to be “Harder Better Faster Stronger.” Coincidentally, I also want this track to be harder, better, faster, and stronger. And the lyrics not to suggest every alt bro condensed into one offputting concentration of sweat and enforced spontaneity.
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