It has all the subtle, romantic appeal of the kind of things you see scrawled onto the stalls of a truck stop men’s room.
R. Kelly’s latest record, “Black Panties,” ditches the smooth talk of recent discs for the kind of lines that would get most other dudes slapped.
The album’s title leaves little to the imagination, and neither does the cover of the record’s deluxe version, adorned with an image of the singer buried beneath topless women.
That’s an apt visual encapsulation of “Black Panties,” an album set in strip clubs and bedrooms where Kelly’s motives are as naked as the women in his presence.
The undergarments in question may be black, but everything else is decidedly blue.
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