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William John: Having been awed by “On My Mind” and her appearances on Drake’s More Life, and underwhelmed by everything since, it’s pleasing to hear Jorja Smith do away with lethargy. Burna Boy was always going to provide an adrenaline rush, but Smith’s tumbling pre-chorus alone is enough to inject “Be Honest” with a spirited warmth.
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Oliver Maier: I find both Jorja and Burna so likeable as to occasionally be rather boring, but they both do pretty well here. Jorja exhibits some Rihannesque sensuality and echoes of Corinne Bailey Rae in the way that her accent slides in and out and livens up her delivery. She’s trying too hard to sell effortlessness though, and it’s Burna Boy who convinces more, gliding as he does over the sticky beat and not being saddled with the tedious chorus.
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Alfred Soto: The baleful influence of Solange extends to Jorja Smith’s uncompelling clenched-teeth delivery of this plaint. I mean, that guitar arpeggio deserves a complement.
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Nortey Dowuona: A kneading guitar melody opens the door, with Jorja gently reclining on a smoothened, slim drum track while yearningly asking for the very simple level of honesty, which loops slowly under her feet as she begins calling UberEats. The UberEats driver desperately tries to escape Burna’s massive feet as he immediately starts smoothly and gently crooning half truths, one of which destroys the UberEats drivers engine, which makes her angrily stomp to Jorja’s front door and throw the jollof on the doorstep, but it simply floats right into the room, through the slightly ajar door.
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Michael Hong: Jorja Smith’s voice glides with intense heat while Burna Boy’s flow trickles like syrup across the dancehall beat combining to make something refreshing — like a hot summer day spent floating lazily in the pool.
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Iain Mew: The call to be honest comes from an interesting position of mixed weakness and strength. It says “I’m here pleading to you” but it also says “I know your secrets.” Jorja Smith wrings out the tension from that gap, and it makes the song a little more than insistently middling. That and the cool rat-a-tat percussion punctuation.
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