No matter how new jack swing is now marketed-hip-hop soul, gangsta swing-it’s become so narcissistic, so lousy with macho cliches, that the genre verges on self-parody. And its horniest, most self-obsessed ”parodist” has to be R. Kelly, who augments a generic voice with the sound of his fly repeatedly zipping and unzipping on 12 Play. More Luther Campbell than Luther Vandross, Kelly croons, ”I like the crotch on you,” then offers the woman dinner at Sizzler. What a romantic.
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