We are running four songs today. It’s safe to say this is not the reason…

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Brad Shoup: Starts as a hooligan anthem, then switches to scavenger-rock for the second verse. The backbeat owes a little to my beloved Mr. Glitter — though it’s much nimbler — so perhaps even more to the constrained ecstasy of the Four Tops. The refrain packages a kind of sung shout with blissed falsetto, one of the trademarks of Stubbs and company. It’s the power supply for this scrappy little tune.
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Anthony Easton: Perfectly reinforcing, happy making, and delightfully ambitious song, for the languorous moments in late summer when you are not quite ready for autumn. Inspiring, but in a “let’s have another beer and talk some more” way, which is a kind of changing the world. 
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Patrick St. Michel: Optimism and fun are great, but why do electro-stuffed songs like this always have to sound so cloying about it?  This is the sonic equivalent of having a gang of Oompa Loompas wail on you with a pillowcase stuffed with hard candies.
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Mallory O’Donnell: Cheesy doesn’t mean bad. These guys are to be applauded for having spent absolutely no time trying to sound cool.
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Jonathan Bogart: Who is this even for? What use could anyone get out of it? I suppose it would fill time in a Modern Rock playlist, but surely even Modern Rock fans would prefer something with some personality or anything interesting to say.
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Will Adams: Those rollicking triplet arpeggios are sheer joy, but it’s hard to enjoy them with such a cluttered and overly reverbed arrangement. Ugly synth strings, a glut of vocal layering, and a poor Chris Martin impersonation keep this from achieving a complete take-off.
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Alfred Soto: He isn’t just a man who named his child Apple: Chris Martin can inspire some good work, like the singing on this rolling-in-the-deep piano rocker. But those round vowels don’t flatter the lyrics. 
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