Virgin
Urban Contemporary, 2001
This latest CD by Janet Jackson is banned in Singapore. Probably because of Would You Mind, which has our Ms Jackson stimulating an orgasm. The effect is more hilarious than sexy, especially when the music ended and she says petulantly, “The music ended! But I haven’t come yet!” to canned laughter in the background.
Well, like they say, you can ban ’em in Singapore, but there’s nothing putting the JB Pirates down (Malaysians and Singaporeans will get this one). Nothing a quick visit to Chinatown and some nudge-wink “Got that banned Janet Jackson CD?” thingie can’t fix. So here I am, with this “explicit” album that is as sexy as marshmallow pie. I mean, is this sexy?
Baby would you mind coming inside of me
Letting your juices free
Deep in my passion
That’s from the “controversial” Would You Mind. Frankly, I’ve seen better writings.
Musically, this album is another rehash of the Terry Lewis and Jimmy Jam sound. It’s still fresh and interesting at places (All For You, Come On and Get It Up, the hilariously titled When We Oooo)). Lyrically though, “sexy” here is as authentic as a schoolgirl’s attempt at writing naughty stories. Nothing clever, deep, or even interesting. It’s all “touch you, tease you, please you, hold you, make love to you”.
All For You is an uneven CD. Too much “slow, sexy” music like Would You Mind permeate this album which, to be honest, aren’t that interesting anyway. Unless you’re listening to them while some hunky Taye Diggs-lookalike is pushing his hand up your skirt or down your jeans or something. It’s all hot breathing but the happy endings she promises are long time in even arriving.
