“My Story” is more like an unfinished demo, while the lazy production on “All the Way” wastes a solid Kelly Rowland feature.ĭJ Mustard, probably the most in-demand producer in rap right now, laces “Spend That” with his signature sparse piano, speaker-rattling bass and background chants. Kelly is a great producer, but the beats on this album are underwhelming and sound like throwaways from past projects. What’s provided here in clever songwriting is, unfortunately, oftentimes undermined by sub-par and recycled production. The album begins with two songs dedicated to cunnilingus - because how else should an album called Black Panties start? “Do it ’til ya legs shakin’, ” Kelly sings on the chopped-and-screwed opener while Ludacris holds nothing back, bragging that “my tongue is like a Jacuzzi jet.”
This man was meant to sing sex music, and respectability be damned, he’s going to do it.
Kelly and you’re including an actual pair of black panties in the pre-order of your new album. It doesn’t matter that he’s 46 years old or coming off vocal chord surgery. Kelly who has been missing for the past four years.
Kelly has sold over 54 million records worldwide, been nominated for 24 Grammys and has a voice second to none, but - just as importantly - he has also created, defined and perfected a truly vulgar, incredible and addictive form of bedroom music that is unlike any other released in the history of R&B and pop music.īlack Panties, friends, is the return of the R. Kelly, the self-professed “Pied Piper of R&B” who, on “Etcetera” off of 1998’s R., once begged his lover to hit the IHOP with him after a night of love making. That being said, while both albums were well received by critics, Kelly’s original fan base quietly clamored for the real R.
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