For all that, it’s quite a catchy song let down by the performance - Wallen is too stodgy to sell it as the cornball, well-meaning bunch of cliches it is. Then again, four centuries of writing have passed since the upstart crow, and musically, the most satisfying bit of this is the coda, which serves as a reminder to listen to “Don’t Let Me Get Me”.Įdward Okulicz: “Poor me, pour me,” sure, it’s an old pun, but come on, Shania Twain used it just last album. That’s not even to mention the “heartbreak proof” polysemy and “poor me” homophony. Scott Mildenhall: If Shakespeare were doing this everyone would be falling over themselves: metaphorical whiskey eyeglasses as a proxy for the effect of the receptacle kind, something Wallen wants to leave him in a state by which he can’t see, in both a literal and non-literal sense. This Voice winner has a decent John Mayer-indebted crinkle, but he ain’t selling a song that he should have had the courage to call “Beer Goggles.” Shame that it wastes its otherwise sweet arrangement on it.Īlfred Soto: Poor us, another singer pourin’ their pain into the white linen napkin on our laps. It adds an extra bit of odiousness to the song, which is already a tiresome pity party. drinking yourself silly enough that people look hotter to you. Will Adams: A play on the concept of “rose-colored glasses,” sure, but the involvement of alcohol inevitably makes me think more of “beer goggles,” i.e. Lowkey, no pressure, just have a drink and forget her! Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.
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