The Singles Jukebox

In the tennis sense.

[Video]
[3.00]

Austin Nguyen: Shawn Mendes, stuck in non-existent boy-band perpetuity and obligated to sell his winks in Spanish for the sake of Shamila–worshipping PR, at least knows how to deliver this Ed Sheeran x Hollister ad with a modicum of sensuality–sighing vocals, aching inflections. Tainy’s cicada hums and arpeggiated twinkles are almost enough to overlook Mendes’ third-rate-Bieber sing-speak. Almost.
[3]

Alfred Soto: Getting tangled in the bedsheets is uh nice I guess, and I’d giddily wrap my legs around Shawn Mendes if it kept him away from the mike.
[4]

Nortey Dowuona: The drums are pretty good as always, and the twirling guitar buried by the synths sounds great. But Shawn Mendes cannot sing, not even in the very tip of the mix, and he has absolutely no dynamics in his voice. Plus, was this really the summer of love? The summer of peaking COVID cases, maybe.
[3]

Katherine St Asaph: Can you believe that it’s almost fall, and summer’s gone so fast? If this song’s any indication, I can.
[3]

Juana Giaimo: It could have been interesting to hear these artists on something different from what they usually do, but they somehow made the most generic beach day dance song possible.
[4]

Harlan Talib Ockey: Presumably the drink Mendes and Tainy want you to associate this with is a margarita, but I’d go with marshmallows in cold water: limp, saccharine, and deeply unpleasant.
[1]