Urban Contemporary, 2002
Rodney Jerkins and the Darkchild “My Ass” Posse are surely a singer’s worst enemy. Here, the stupid man overloads Brandy’s new album in three years, Full Moon, with so much anonymous and tedious beats and those overused basslines and beep-beep-beep sounds that he may as well get rid of Brandy and use a vocoder to record this album.
Of course there are some decent tracks (the title track, When You Touch Me, What About Us?) but they all sound the same as every other freaking Darkchild-style overproduced pap all these years. Brandy’s voice is pretty much a muted whisper on too many songs.
Memo to Brandy: trash Rodney Jerkins’s ass. Memo to the Darkchild bozo: if you want to pepper “Darkchild, my arse” all over a song, make your own freaking album instead of ruining someone else’s! Pig.
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