Porat's voice is the clear standout here, gliding between tender, ironic punching ups and full-steam, belt-it-out choruses. Her delivery is buoyant, irreverent, and shot through with the kind of swagger that makes "Face Like Yours" feel like an instant best-friend song the kind you blast in your car, scream-singing every chorus with the windows rolled down.
The production cranks up its pop sensibilities, providing an earworm melody that gets stuck in your brain. But under that sugary vehicle, there's a pictorial edge, a welcome bite that subverts the usual tale of heartache. Rather than lamenting a lost love, Porat shrugs his shoulders, smirks, and moves on. I mean, who needs another guy with a face like that?