The Singles Jukebox

This “Body”‘s our party…

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Micha Cavaseno: Unassailable as far as pop-rap jams go. Dreezy is pretty withdrawn and relying on Jeremih and this rather frenetic production to win ears over, but I think that’s enough really.
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Jer Fairall: A promising newcomer pairs with the prettiest male voice on radio right now to trade lusty barbs over a winsome, pillow-soft production. Why said barbs are so violent — and without any apparent irony — I can neither figure out nor appreciate.
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Brad Shoup: Outside of the roiling bridge that backs Jeremih into the Weeknd’s corner, BLOOD provides an unhurried, bright little track. Naturally, Dreezy and her guest discuss sexual labor.
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Iain Mew: Funny that a second song in such quick succession should discuss overtime in a body context. Funnier yet that it should be one whose biggest virtue is its effortlessness.
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Crystal Leww: After all the interest in Chicago rap that drill generated in 2011-12, who actually managed to break through? Chance the Rapper did it, thanks to smart touring and without releasing a single project for actual money. Chief Keef has been plagued by management issues, Timbaland is doing godless things and tick-tocking the clock away on Tink’s career, and a handful of others like Lil Bibby and Katie Got Bandz remain local acts. Dreezy’s “Break a Band” with Mikey Dollaz is still one of my favorite songs that ever came out of drill, and her more recent projects have had her treading the familiar path of mixing in singing with their rapping. That kind of versatility has almost always felt like a requirement for women who rap in a way that is wholly unfair — Drake was heralded as a genius for something that Missy Elliott’s been doing since the 90s. Dreezy’s singing voice is fine, but what made her stand out was always her ability to outrap the boys. “Body” is cute but mostly bland: no lines that inspire yelping, no change-ups in flow that are worthy of swoony, no rapid rap bits that made Dreezy feel like the embodiment of youth. And while Dreezy does most of the heavy lifting, Jeremih’s presence is overly welcome, like the sense that by the end of the song hits, she’s not able to fully carry off the end. Ultimately, this is still cute, breezy fun, but that’s all it feels like, and that’s a shame.
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Jibril Yassin: Dreezy out here reclaiming phrases we never thought we’d get back. The beat keeps out of the way of Jeremih and Dreezy and thank god – their chemistry is something to marvel at even if this is merely frothy and playful enough to keep from feeling washed out. 
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Alfred Soto: “I got my legs up like a stick-up” — hells yeah, even when Jeremih is the one “catching” the “body,” which suggests at best a bad cold or at worst let your brain imagine the possibilities. One of the few rap/R&B pairings in which the billed participants are equally matched, “Body” carries its gibbering body talk past its running time.
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