Pryor Stroud: A grinding industrial machine-rhythm. An electro-pop distillation. An underground post-punk cult hymn that seems to choreograph shadow movements and demand entranced worship. Factory Floor’s “Dial Me In” fits all of these descriptions yet refuses static placement within any one of them. Yet one thing can be said with certainty: it derives its momentum from a tunnel-vision synth throb that grabs you by the shoulder and shoves you down a dimly lit corridor, whether you want to see what’s at the other end or not. [7/10]
Emmanuel Elone: “Dial Me In” is quite possibly one of the most incessant and obnoxious songs that I’ve heard this year. The synths are dry, the beat is rudimentary, the vocals are pretentious with the effects that Factory Floor laid over them, and the song doesn’t change whatsoever for nearly seven minutes. It lacks refinement, dynamism or any sense of musicality; it’s nothing more than the sonic ramblings of a person who thinks he’s doing great things when in actuality he’s stumbling over himself time and time again. Maybe if this was in the background it would just be mediocre, but focusing on it only causes me migraines. [2/10]
Chris Ingalls: A fresh slab of minimalist dance funk, “Dial Me In” is in a way a throwback to the ’80s with its clean, ultra-processed sounds and vocal exhortations that almost recall Yello’s “Oh Yeah.” But the freshness prevents it from sounding too much like a nostalgia act. The beat is insistent but never seems to get tiresome. I could see this packing a late-night dance floor, no problem. [7/10]
Chad Miller: The beat is pretty great here. There’s enough happening around it that it stays relatively fresh throughout. I hated the speaking though (especially “sad face”). It seemed so purposelessness and was kind of unsettling/creepy although the music doesn’t really point in that direction. [6/10]
Factory Floor‘s new album 25 25 will release August 19th via DFA Records.
SCORE: 5.50