Pitchfork

While it may not be the tone-poem for slovenly crack dealers that I'd hoped it was, "Ross Ross Ross" definitely has some leftover chunks of a symphony stuck in its grill, and for roughly three minutes SebastiAn flosses them with clipped guitar riffs and jabbing bass hits. But just like a slab of clove jammed in a hot date's teeth can put you at ease, the sweeping disco strings on "Ross" add that little bit of vulnerability lacking in some of the more hyped Ed Banger records. Minus those strings, this is just a scatterbrained heavy electro track with clever programming and restless beat changes, but the strings cut through the frenzy with sharp analog swipes, pulling the song in and out of some cheesy disco past that most would think to avoid. Think of it as a young John Travolta, dressed in white, dancing with a rough Gerard Depardieu as Christopher Columbus, only less fucking hot.