The Singles Jukebox

…and 3 comparisons to “Stressed Out.”

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Katherine St Asaph: “Stressed Out” will be rehabilitated in time.
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Edward Okulicz: Quietly, countries like Romania have caught up to the zeitgeist in Western Europe and the States in terms of the pop they produce, and “3 Lucruri” is only a translation from being that song you kind of like but not enough to buy it. The beat is light enough to breeze by on the radio but with nearly enough swing to signify the hurt AMI can’t quite. And there’s a bland, competent rap bit. What lifts it above the average is the skilful delicacy of it, AMI’s voice is pretty and sometimes I can’t tell blank from hurt, and the guitar is surprisingly nimble and soothing.
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Iain Mew: Delighted that someone has taken the coolest UFO bits from “Stressed Out” and turned them into a sweet, floaty pop song without any references to student loans. Grasu XXL is a barely better rapper than Tyler Joseph, but we can’t have everything.
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Cassy Gress: Change the language to Italian, take out the looping “eh” voice, and I’d buy this as a rejected Standalone Complex track. It’s yet another “rain = sad, sun = happy, lover = gone” song though, with frequent collaborator Grasu XXL as the arbiter of such. Grasu doesn’t sound like he’s coming back, though he’ll tell AMI he is if it’ll keep her waiting for him. I’m usually a sucker for these semi-atmospheric acoustic guitar songs, but this one sounds a little too rote.
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Patrick St. Michel: The vocal ribbit lurking in the back adds some nice tension, but overall this just sort of hangs in the air…until the rap comes in, and weighs it down a bit.
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Juana Giaimo: It’s easy to get lost in AMI’s peaceful melody and Grasu XXL was clever enough to rap in a quiet way in order to not interrupt the flow of the song. But I’m still wondering where the flow of this song wants to take me.  
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Jer Fairall: That hiccupy production quirk sounds like it should be accompany some brooding Boards of Canada landscape, or at least something like the half-decent rap feature stretched out to song length. The politely non-descript lead vocal wants sweeping strings and grand amphitheaters, though, to the point that enclosing it within so intriguingly perverse a setting feels almost cruel.
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Brad Shoup: They sure commit to the dude saying “hey.” I was getting nauseous by the end. Basically, AMI’s made a slinky, downtempo Twenty One Pilots song.
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