“Flora Cash,” as it happens, is also somebody else…

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Thomas Inskeep: Death Cab to Nowhere.
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Alfred Soto: The twitchy programming does suggest nervousness, while the vocals by this Swedish duo revel in the high end querulousness that was identifiably college rock through the 2000s. Beyond its pretty, nervous twitch, though, “You’re Somebody Else” is an evocation of an era that should have ended. 
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Will Adams: That the video opens with a “they ask you how you are and you just have to say that you’re fine” sentiment played straight should have clued me into the song’s empty uplift. Between Cole Randall’s double-tracked murmurs, the guitar noodles and the clunky beats slapped on top, “You’re Somebody Else” doesn’t leave much worth caring about.
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Joshua Minsoo Kim: The percussion is awkwardly mixed, the delay effects on the vocals are corny, and the backmasking tries to compensate for the dearth of ideas on display. It’s all pretty generic, too, which is a huge issue; this sort of paltry, slightly-twee indie pop can only thrive if an artist is fully committed to their affectations. The lyrics do little to convince you that this is anything but half-baked.
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Ian Mathers: “I saw the part of you that only when you’re older you will see too” is actually a lovely sentiment to begin with, if we do believe our narrator is that perceptive. Unfortunately the rest of the song (and the video, incidentally) is fatally muddled enough that it veers between that kind of sentiment to lines that almost seems to be blaming our clearly troubled subject, and accompanying that with enough shivery almost-Sufjanisms yoked to a pretty boring “folky music, but with beats” chassis that any early promise dissipates pretty fast.
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Katherine St Asaph: Why does this sound so much like an acoustic cover of “Danza Kuduro”?
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