I Just Can't Stop Loving You - Critical Reception

Critical Reception

Sputnikmusic's staff gave to the song 4 out of 5 stars, writing: "It's not one the most fondly remembered songs on the album but I've come to appreciate it more as I listen to it, especially the instrumentation at the start. Its a nice song really, the lyrics are abit soppy but still it adds something different to the album and the vocals are top notch." Richard Cromelin from Los Angeles Times was negative with the song, writing: "soliloquy is meant to be revealing, tender and vulnerable, but with his quivering timbre and the haunting music behind, it comes off a little creepy, like Norman Bates gearing up for "Psycho IV'." Davitt Sigerson from Rolling Stone wrote a review about the song, commenting:

"Churls may bemoan 'I Just Can't Stop Loving You,' Jackson's duet with the often indistinguishable Siedah Garrett, as a second unworthy entry. Without descending to musical McCarthyism and questioning the honor of anyone who can fault a record with both finger snaps and timpani, it need only be asked, Who, having heard the song at least twice, can fail to remember that chorus?."

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