The Singles Jukebox

Swords’s finest…

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Micha Cavaseno: “Dude, so like, I did this Coldplay remix where I just put in a slightly obtrusive drum kick for certain sections.” “…why?”
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Thomas Inskeep: Third-generation Coldplay, only with less charisma.
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Alfred Soto: A return to a simpler time when Chris Martin was the ne plus ultra of pop singing, not Adam Levine. Programmed drums and strings and gentle guitar ripples affirm the eternal verities of dudes waxing essentialist about women who lack specifics.
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Patrick St. Michel: Any kids or teenagers reading this — being in love is cool; it isn’t putrid and corny like this junk song implies.
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Jonathan Bradley: The easy resolution of the chorus isn’t a problem in itself, but something this nebbish and fuzzy round the edges needs to really blow itself out to deserve the patience it demands.
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Mo Kim: The piano and strings wax and wane like raindrops sliding down a muggy June windowsill, while the guitars and percussion capture a lovely sort of tension in the air, the kind of blissed-out confused anxiety that comes with commitment. It’s a pity that Josh Masters’s voice doesn’t quite fit here, which is not to say that it isn’t capable, just that the entire thing sags under its weight.
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Scott Mildenhall: The not-quite stars align for a timeless moment of serenity, undisturbed by such frippery as a noticeable chorus. Cliché rains down, but everything stops, and so its presence is mere background, completion of a well-gelled swell. Step outside and into that rain and it’s a drizzle of possession-at-first-sight and beautification-of-discord drivel, but within, it’s an unobtrusive and equanimous surge.
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