Esthero starts her new album by making fun of Ashanti and Britney and R. Kelly, and then proceeds to be as engaging as none of them, giving us a hella dull sex-positive Afrocentric Gap nap. The only lively track is the dis song, which involves, unlike any other track, someone named James Robertson.
Posted by Sasha at July 25, 2005 09:55 PM | TrackBack