Party people live and party people blurb…

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Julian Axelrod: Just when you think you’ve heard every song with a title like “Party People” and every artist with a name like “Rose Gray,” here comes a new song called “Party People” by an artist named Rose Gray. And guess what? “Party People” by Rose Gray is really good. The human spirit is indomitable.
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Will Adams: Sega Bodega’s feather-soft trance production evokes less the heat of the club and more the comedown in the Uber ride home. Perhaps that’s the point, and why Rose Gray’s ode to party people feels not only sad but distant. “Party people always bring the best of us” is the most she can come up with? Gray is an observer, not a participant, admiring the free spirits and generous lovers of the dancefloor while being isolated from them. It’s a feeling I’ve come to embrace, as a longtime lover of dance music who feels more comfortable enjoying it while lying in bed than in a club. “Party People” offers encouragement that a leap of faith could open up that world to me.
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Claire Davidson: I felt obligated to cover this song, if only to avenge Rose Gray for the fact that the first three articles cited on her Wikipedia page all have headlines that include some variant of “Who is Harris Dickinson’s girlfriend?” Sadly, “Party People” doesn’t have much in the way of a distinct identity, either. Its dime-a-dozen, omnipresent club beat is paired with synths that, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear were sampled from a Zedd or Calvin Harris track released in the mid-2010s. Hacks though both of those artists are, they at least understood that the best club bangers have an actual sense of dynamics, which this song totally lacks. An anesthetized Gray slurs her way through every young-love cliché in the book until arriving at a chorus that has no distinguishing features other than its repetition of the titular phrase ad nauseum. I doubt she has any real insight into how genuine “party people” behave, if this song is any indication of the energy she brings to an event, 
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Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Less a dancefloor-filler than the implication of one, but the metacommentary,winked at in the text itself,is charming enough that the lack of a grand hook comes off as thoughtful minimalism rather than laziness. It’s not my favorite song off of Louder, Please — that’d be “Free,” which soars where this slinks,— but even a slight downturn from Rose Gray is still a joy to hear.
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Mark Sinker: The energy dips every time her voice jumps up to high and breathy, but her mid range is very lovely.
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Nortey Dowuona: Caroline Sans didn’t make comedy out of fonts for this bullshit.
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Katherine St. Asaph: Ancient party person proverb: no one loves you more than an anonymous drunk girl in a bar. Now there is a song about that, which sounds like that.
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Ian Mathers: Musically this is fine, but lyrically it’s reminding me of how quickly I click away from introvert/extrovert discourse. Guess I’m not a party person, or it wouldn’t bug me!
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Taylor Alatorre: Roughly the rave music equivalent of one of the innumerable (okay, 22) AC/DC songs with the word “Rock” in the title, which at times can feel like the only honest form of music out there — “you are hearing me rock.” These songs serve a practical purpose as genre codifiers, but paradoxically, their down-the-middle messaging makes it even more vital to project an aura of sincerity, at least for those who want to do more than compose incidental music. Rose Gray anonymizes herself in the service of other people’s pleasure, but she does so with a smile, and her voice evinces a quiet assurance that her sacrifice will be rewarded in the next life, if not the next single push.
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Isabel Cole: This song induces in me the same pleasant stupor of vicarious luxury I assume others feel scrolling through pictures of influencers lounging poolside and shiny, cocktail in hand, sky cloudless and serene above them. Also, as someone whose thirties have somehow wound up considerably more extroverted than my shut-in twenties, I have to say, having recently befriended some representatives of the species, party people do tend toward certain admirable and appealing qualities! They’re so nice! I had no idea!
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