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Sam Smith’s New Album Should Sound More Thrilling Than This<!-- wp:html --><p>Tasos Katopodis/Getty</p> <p>In the age of Spotify, it’s not too often that you’re force-fed music you don’t want to hear. Even so, I have vivid memories of trying and failing to avoid <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/kim-petras-on-if-jesus-was-a-rockstar-unholy-and-making-history-as-a-trans-artist">Sam Smith and Kim Petras’ chart-topping collaboration “Unholy”</a> last October when it was all over my Instagram feed.</p> <p>It was specifically during the weekend of <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/bravocon-2022-highlights-recap-from-lisa-rinna-booed-to-teresa-giudice-and-joe-gorga-fighting">BravoCon</a>, when every Real Housewife and Bravolebrity (aka about 40 percent of who I follow) was posting Reels of themselves posing in a photo booth, with “Unholy” playing over it. Whenever the song started blaring from the app, I immediately scrolled down. Everything about it was a little too intense and, conversely, unserious. The opening line, “Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot,” felt unbearably cheesy to me. And I hated how Smith’s vocals sounded against that spooky choir. Suffice to say, it was the first time in a while I thought I vehemently disliked a song as opposed to just feeling unimpressed.</p> <p>Emphasis on “thought.”</p> <p><a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/sam-smith-gloria-album-review-wheres-the-thrill?source=articles&via=rss">Read more at The Daily Beast.</a></p><!-- /wp:html -->

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In the age of Spotify, it’s not too often that you’re force-fed music you don’t want to hear. Even so, I have vivid memories of trying and failing to avoid Sam Smith and Kim Petras’ chart-topping collaboration “Unholy” last October when it was all over my Instagram feed.

It was specifically during the weekend of BravoCon, when every Real Housewife and Bravolebrity (aka about 40 percent of who I follow) was posting Reels of themselves posing in a photo booth, with “Unholy” playing over it. Whenever the song started blaring from the app, I immediately scrolled down. Everything about it was a little too intense and, conversely, unserious. The opening line, “Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot,” felt unbearably cheesy to me. And I hated how Smith’s vocals sounded against that spooky choir. Suffice to say, it was the first time in a while I thought I vehemently disliked a song as opposed to just feeling unimpressed.

Emphasis on “thought.”

Read more at The Daily Beast.

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