Norwegish production duo fail to match their glory days producing S Club 7.

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Katherine St Asaph: Heh. A waterfall.
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Scott Mildenhall: It’s all a bit of an illusion really, isn’t it. It’s over 15 years since Stargate’s last ill-fated attempt at becoming a chart-act-cum-brand of their own was caught in a weird collision of music industry overspending, the dot-com bubble and music industry collapse, but now that their collaborators are not limited to Billie Piper and Richard Blackwood they can gloss over that, Sam Smith-style. The overambitious follies of 2001 would be preferable to this though. It’s hard to imagine such a leaden and self-serious song inspiring much discussion in the Stargate “chill-out area with message boards and possibly web chats with the team”. Bring back Samantha Mumba (again).
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Katie Gill: Stargate is a production team that excels at making songs sound different. This isn’t a Max Martin or Jack Antonoff situation where you hear a song and go “ah yes, I know that songwriter.” Stargate’s written/produced songs as varied as “Firework,” “Adventure of a Lifetime,” and “S Club Party.” So it downright CONFUSES me why they’d release a mediocre song that sounds like a This Is Acting reject for their big attempt to be a recognizable production team. Surely if you want to make a public name for yourselves you wouldn’t do it in a way that sounds like somebody else?
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Alfred Soto: The singers’ overstatement smothers the feather-light electronic skank. Without the credits I would’ve guessed Zedd produced it.
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Hannah Jocelyn: It’s easy to predict that a line like “I’m in your waterfall” would appear a Sia song titled “Waterfall” (I saw at least one person on social media say that as soon as it was announced), but no one could have predicted the metaphor would stretch to “I paddle, but you’re too stroh-ohng/But I gotta trust your flow.” That said, I’m always happy to hear Pink belting on a song, even if it’s as predictable as this one. 
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William John: Colour me baffled that an act with a resumé as extensive as Stargate would choose this comatose dirge as a single with a leading byline. Sia’s vocal affectations are shopworn; Pink attempts, poorly, to imitate her, and none of the five writers involved bothered to figure out a variation to the one prosaic line repeated over and over as a chorus proxy. Pop by focus group regularly yields brilliance, but here the result is uninspiring and trite, and the apathy from all its players is palpable.
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Edward Okulicz: Pink does Sia better than Sia, which is to say she’s belting and emoting for her life. That’s OK, but Sia does Sia louder and more stridently than Pink could ever dream of, and this song is a trifle that has about as much inherent emotion to fill a thimble.
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Will Adams: “I’m in your waterfall,” they sing, making me wonder if people are still climbing in barrels and launching themselves off Niagra. This is now the second time P!nk sounds like she had twenty minutes to learn her lyrics, making me wonder if it’s her fault or quick soundtrack turnarounds. Or it could be Stargate’s lumbering stab at 2017 pop — that they’ve bothered to step into lead artist territory makes about as much sense as if Max Martin did the same. Or it could just be Sia, whose metaphor-a-minute approach to songwriting is even starting to enervate her singers.
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