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...girlfriends, and still more R. Kelly. What redeems and almost legitimizes this video is the song itself. It’s tacky, tongue-in-cheek, and irresistibly catchy. Clocking in at five-and-a-half minutes, it long overstays its welcome, but the piano-driven chorus (“Please believe it / unless your game is tight and you trust her / Then don’t bring her ’round me / because I’m a flirt”) never seems to lose its sugar-coated luster. If R. Kelly can use his incontestable vocal chops...
...every musical choice: while certain tracks contain attempts at thoughtful lyrics, such as “You can beat the system but you can’t beat the biz” (“She Took My Money”) and “This is the last chorus / I don’t want to bore us” (“Greedy Awful People”), others can be just plain silly. Speaketh Iggy the sage on “I’m Fried”: “Deep fried / Re-fried / Stir-fried...
...rock's next big voice mistook darkness for depth early on (listened to any '70s Springsteen lately?), and you get the sense Butler will outgrow it, since the band's melodies already have. Black Mirror and Keep the Car Running take flight on guitar, harp, hurdy-gurdy and a chorus of voices that soar past the words, creating a feeling of optimism in songs about pessimism. It's a neat trick, and it leaves you certain that it won't be long before lots of people are singing along...
...example, I never knew oatmeal cookies could make anyone–save for the allergic or anorexic–cry, but Phillips sings that they bring tears to her eyes. The chanteuse dominates “You Turned My Head Around,” with Wareham appearing on the chorus and adding some admirable guitar work, which provide the last glimpses of his former glory on this album. From here, things go downhill pretty rapidly. There is a eulogy for a friend’s dead bunny rabbit (“Crystal Blue R.I.P.”), and a tooth...
...land of freedom, insane,” she bellows. In the final song, “Where Y’all At?,” Marsalis himself delivers a poetic diatribe against modern American life. Under his shouts, the band lays into a bluesy New Orleans groove and a chorus echoes his lines as if he were preaching to a gospel church. “It can’t all be blamed on the party of Lincoln,” Marsalis howls. “The left and the right have got the country stinkin?...