Every so often a critic will write about a piece of music and nail it so perfectly that writing, or even sometimes reading, any more about it seems useless. In the case of Justin Bieber’s new album, Believe, that critique is the work of a bunch of eight-year-old girls from Canada.

Ben Kaplan gets the byline, but he’s mostly there to collect the girls’ off-the-dome opinions, which are uniformly amazing. My favorite passage: “‘I saw in a magazine that Justin was kissing Selena Gomez,’ says Taryn Dunlop, who listens to music mostly in her mother’s car. ‘I like him better than ice cream, because he can last forever.'”