That would look nice in my living room. The piano, I mean.

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Iain Mew: A well-timed UK single release in which Nicole urges you to own the night like the 5th of November. Well, she actually doesn’t, but it might have been more interesting than what she’s actually singing this damp squib of a ballad.
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Anthony Easton: I hate everything about this, I have no idea why, except the weird don’t-say-a-word chorus has a daddy-don’t-touch-me vibe, and the electronic swiping seems superfluous, and, well, her grating  voice, so I at least have three good reasons
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Hazel Robinson: I have a pointless theory that Nicole Scherzinger keeps breaking up with Lewis Hamilton because her heartbreak songs are so persuasive. Which is a ludicrous projection after I nearly binned an ex-boyfriend (as it turned out, the ‘nearly’ was the error) from listening to I Hate This Part too many times. This is gorgeous, as you’d expect: her voice is particularly suited to the dynamics of fearful, agonizing emotional tussles, always part-seductive, a hint of ‘but we could make up’ hesitation that makes it particularly acute. The don’t say a word if you know that it hurts hook is the saccharine, breathless masterstroke to salve the wound. 
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Kat Stevens: I should have known from the Timotei waterfall video that this wasn’t to be Nicole’s schmaltzy Chrimbo ballad. At least we get a full verse and chorus before the Guetta kicks in and Nicole starts honking it up in an Incan temple by herself in lieu of The Club. I am fond of the Lead Pussycat but in all honesty I would have preferred to have heard this with Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s vowels.
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Jonathan Bogart: At this point, I’m having to wonder if it was actually the other four Pussycat Dolls who had the taste and talent.
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Brad Shoup: I see Scherzinger’s still cleaving syllables in twain and discarding the leftovers. Not even the Nervo Twins could make this sad slice of dance-pop anything more than a Z-side for La Katy.
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Katherine St Asaph: Nicole, if you ever read this, two things: stop picking shitty songs for Stacy Francis on The X Factor, and realize that you’re basically in fellow sing-show judge Christina Aguilera’s position right now, except that Killer Love isn’t out in the States yet. “Try With Me” isn’t a bad overblown behemoth, but the crying-to-Adele niche isn’t yours and never will be. Best course: just accept that Killer Love isn’t gonna happen, wait a few months, then jump on the Fox-assisted analogue to “Moves Like Jagger” that they’ll probably offer you. It won’t stop those who hate you for no reason, but maybe you’ll finally get a hit.
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Alfred Soto: I suppose it’s progress that this pabulum purveyor now looks to Robyn for that vulnerable, warm electronic frisson.
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Zach Lyon: It’s just that she tries to do everything, and instead of failing at being an international pop star she fails at being The World’s Biggest Pop Star Alive, which is a much more noticeable failure. (And yeah, I know I have a US-centric point of view and she’s quite popular in the UK, but her album even flopped there.) Nicole just needs to pick a range and stay in it for now; look at how far Rihanna has come stretching a very small range into about four hundred top 10 hits. When Nicole belts, she sort of sounds like a Furby.
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