All the falsetto singing and synthesizers in metro-sexual America couldn’t save this project. I was in Paris nearly a year ago and they were hyping the release of this album. With everyone still drinking the Kool-Aid from the GWEN STEFANI and SNOOP DOGG collabos the handwriting was on the wall that what this project really needed was a lot of guest appearances. I can imagine PHARRELL in the studio shouting, “More tinkerbells! It needs more tinkerbells.” I remember when my cousin got a Casio keyboard for Christmas. He never learned how to play the damn thing past programming the lousy drum sounds. That is the extent of the Neptunes production talents. More uninspiring, bland keyboard strokes, more PRINCE-like breathing and high pitched warbling and of course, bells.
This would be a great album if it were made by a high school improvisational jazz band, but instead one of the music industry’s highest paid producers comes up way short. If you are hell bent to spend $20 at Best Buy pick up a copy of the dead prez / outlaws collabo titled ‘Can’t Sell Dope Forever’, and ‘CHAPPELLE Show: The Lost Season’ DVD.
You humps have prah’lee been watching that shit on cable anyhoo.
Bitches!
