Chipmunk – Oopsy Daisy
The third UK rapper to have a number one single this year…
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Dave Moore: If you’re going to sell out, don’t sell out to everyone at once. You’re not the Black Eyed Peas, you can’t handle this yet. You’ve basically collapsed the (UK) universe onto yourself — the militant 4/4, the David Guetta build-a-beat workshop, the maybe-used-to-be-a-Sugababe-or-something guest spot. You sound uncomfortable.
[4]
Kat Stevens: American family sitcom piano and pretty fairy dust sprinkles don’t quite mesh with the “I HAVE CRUSHED YOUR PUNY HUMAN HEART” message, no matter how sweetly she sings it. I feel quite sorry for poor little Chip.
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Martin Skidmore: I like the piano on this, and the rather distant female vocal (Dayo Olatunji, who is clearly wholly to blame for the failed relationship), and the synths aren’t bad either. I’m still unpersuaded by Chipmunk, though he is nimble enough and kind of likeable. I like everything else on this better than him, really.
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Hillary Brown: Wait, is Chipmunk a girl? This is a pretty weak level of participation by the ostensible lead on a track, and it’s not very interesting either. Nor is she exemplifying what she’s saying through her totally controlled, normal vocals.
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Matt Cibula: Wasn’t feeling it until the hook singer kicked in with the chorus about being “a walking disaster” and then everything just got super-adorable.
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Michaelangelo Matos: It’s the little details that make this likably bad: “Look, honey, I didn’t dis you/Therefore I shouldn’t have to miss you,” logical enough; “My heart feels like an 808,” which I take to mean plummeting; “They say three times a lady/I say three times you’re crazy,” which I took so literally I only played the song twice.
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Frank Kogan: Now here’s a song that takes all the fun out of dysfunctional relationships. The anti-Clarkson, you might call it. Hell, if the two of them do break up, they probably won’t even dwell on each other. They don’t sound that interested as it is.
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Chuck Eddy: I’m not entirely clear on whether England’s favorite grime-pop rodent is actually dumping the self-proclaimed walking disaster or not (guessing he’s leaning toward it but they’re both still conflicted?), and her “oopsy daisy” most likely understates the hurting that’s happening here, but this tune’s as pretty as it is speedy. Nice.
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