Grime starlet gets her mainstream on…

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Michaelangelo Matos: The grime-into-dance-pop train keeps on chugging. This one reminds me a little of Technotronic’s “Move This,” always a good thing.
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Chuck Eddy: Calling on my Head isn’t defined yet, but these are close: 1. white cap 42 up, 5 down: The term ‘white cap’ is used to describe a member of a group of try-hard teenagers who dress similarly; particularly by wearing a white baseball cap.
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Alex Macpherson: 17-year-old Cleopatra Humphrey made her name with tracks which showcased her scabrous wit and fiery character: remixes of Wiley, Jazmine Sullivan and Busta Rhymes, and above all the early Terror Danjah collaboration “Give It To ‘Em”, on which she threatens: “If you backchat – you’ll get a Bratt slap!” So inevitably, as is the way of these things on this miserable island, her commercial debut is a piece of tired dull electro which erases all trace of her personality, a vague attempt to recreate her “Wearing His Rolex” remix without any of the jokes. Bratt slaps are desperately needed, but none are provided.
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Martin Skidmore: I can barely believe that someone named Cleopatra Humphrey felt the need of a pseudonym! Anyway, the electro-grime music is punchy enough, but this is made by her vigorous grime rapping on top, making for a swaggering debut single. She sounds a touch tentative or mechanical in places, but there is personality and verve to make up for it.
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Tom Ewing: Loving her haughtiness and the backing kicks enough for one go-round, maybe two, but this runs out of puff: the limitations of this chorus-weighted strain of electro starting to show a bit, I think.
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Hillary Brown: Eh, the overall sound is okay, but it’s not really very bratty, unless it’s more of that repetitive, monotonous, “why do you keep hitting yourself?” kind of thing.
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Anthony Miccio: Proud and trashy techno-pop that indulges in cliche stand-offishness while ignoring the less rewarding cliche of announcing the unconventional artistry of the vocalist in the lyrics. Because you don’t have to be a creative genius to wish assholes would leave you alone.
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Andrew Unterberger: Big attitude, bigger beat, biggest earrings, cuter than Lady Sov — gonna be huge, right? Someone’ll have to explain to me what “or you’ll get air” means, though. Sounds potentially unpleasant.
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