Despite making a lot of successful creative choices (the conceptually-unified three-album vision, the succinct nine tracks, the inclusion of narrative tools like symbolism and metaphor), BLACKsummers'night only serves to reveal the limitations of the traditional R n' B genre.
To put it more succinctly, for however luxuriously this album is constructed, it's largely dribble. Can the opening lines be any more cliche?: "Make me crazy, don't speak no sound/I want you to prove it to me in the nude/Addicted to the way you move." Got it, you're horny. And so you managed to sentimentalize those feelings into some heartwarming, babymaking music. You brought along a live band too, but told them to play it safe.
The one reasonable effort, "Pretty Wings," is sappy but effective. Erykah Badu, feel free to save the genre again whenever you find the time.
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