Synth Single Review: “Play Your Games (PFT’s Body-2-Body Rework)” by Mayah Camara & Perfect Female Type

by Karl Magi

Mayah Camara & Perfect Female Type’s “Play Your Games (PFT’s Body-2-Body Rework)” adds a floor-filling groove to the original. The remix begins with absolutely massive bass and drums pounding out a hard-hitting house beat. Mayah Camara’s vocals drift in as the track accelerates and active percussion moves with bubbling bass while a steadily twinkling sound grows in strength.

Classic house percussion snaps as the vocals drift in energetic motion. Now Mayah Camara’s voice vaults out with her signature expression and soulful feeling, carrying the uplifting melody while the jumping percussion is joined by a glimmering keyboard.

A funky groove is maintained while a ’90s dance feel pours from the low end. Mayah Camara’s voice is simultaneously sensual and defiant while refulgent notes blast through. Steadily oscillating tones glow and the snapping percussion guides as Mayah Camara’s galvanizing voice erupts with power and groovy feeling.

The continually snapping percussive pulse drives forward while piano chords entangle. I can imagine a nightclub burning up to this song while the passion of the performance adds another element of depth. The track begins to build in power, reaching outward in a crescendo as it trembles intensely and the beat pumps hard to a conclusion.

Our storyteller has come back "a thousand times and listened to your stories," adding that it's "punishment to fit the crime," but the other person "doesn't have any worries." She says, "Anytime you put it on, I want it," adding that "rocket ships are nothing new" for her. She admits, "Now you're losing altitude and I'm just not about it, no," while the ride is out of control and she "can't take it anymore."

Now, the narrator is upside down as the subject has her "right where they want her." She declares, "I've got to wise up, don't want to lose my way," and tells the other person to find someone else to run around with because "I'm not playin’ your games."

As she goes "twisting through the atmosphere," she falls from heaven and finds herself all alone "at a quarter past eleven."

The song closes with the storyteller saying, "My friends think you must be misbehavin’, your friends only see a shooting star. Now I'm waiting at the club for something new to happen."