"Let's Netflix and chill."
"Nah, let's Christmas and chill."
I'd prefer the former. Ariana's less than 15 minute recent EP lacks originality and depth. Christmas and Chill is an appropriate title, seeing as "Netflix and chill" is a come-on for sex and this compilation is all about that - with a holiday theme of course. The majority of the album contains innuendo laid on top of deep hip hop cuts (the latter of which are enjoyable in a chill house-party kind of way).
Sample lyric: You'll be my drummer boy/ and I'm the only drum that you gonna play. Meh. Why bring in the religious song reference?
Her signature breathy vocals and lack of enunciation make it difficult to understand what the hell she's talking about. But don't worry, it's usually some euphemism for sex. Thanks to the hip-hop vibe of the EP, she sounds more like Ciara than the Ariana we heard on My Everything.
"Winter Things," the final track is acoustic and less beat-heavy. She also enunciates more, so thank you for that, Ari! If I were to ever listen to any of these songs again, it'd be a long shot, but it would be "Winter Things." However, in comparison to last year's "Santa Tell Me" none of these tracks compare.
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