Kaoma’s stealing of the song was OK to me a) because I was too young to know where it came from, and b) it sounded fantastic. Sampling or interpolating a melody into a different context is art, but here it’s bad art. The Macarena can’t be far behind!Įdward Okulicz: Lambada forever! Or not, as the case may be. Maybe she’s saving that for the album?Ĭhuck Eddy: Ha ha, it’s about time somebody sampled Kaoma’s forbidden dance.
It’s perhaps the only way she could have gotten any traction in today’s overheated, oversized pop marketplace, but the furious competence of the song leaves her no room for personality or identity. So RedOne resurrects the Lambada complete with synthesized accordion (and so joins forces with two other major global dance hits of recent vintage, “Stereo Love” and “Danza Kuduro”), gives Pitbull space to do his goofball sleazebag thing, and turns La Lopez into an anonymous floor-filling diva. Jonathan Bogart: At first glance, if I had personally designed the new Jennifer Lopez comeback single to flatter my own interests - at the intersection of global bosh, Latin Pop, and historical curio - I could hardly have done a better job. Iain Mew: I guess this is a British English versus American English thing, but for me the images conjured by “it’s getting ill, it’s getting sick on the floor” derail this otherwise likably functional song completely.Īl Shipley: I don’t know which lyric is a funnier use of the song’s title, “clap your hands on the floor,” “getting sick on the floor,” or “rest on the floor.” And that’s not even getting into the more abstract ones like “change your world on the floor,” “we work on the floor,” and the most repeated and least coherent of all, “tonight we gon’ be it on the floor.” Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.
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