Grade: B–
Hey, here comes Justin, the ‘President of Pop’ and ‘one of the greatest all-around entertainers in the history of show business’, according to the Hollywood Reporter. Sheesh, shows how far a white man can go by pretending — pretending very, very hard — to be black. Maybe there’s a market in the States for the black and white minstrels after all. ‘Off to Alabamy with a banjo on ma knee’, etc. It’s at times like these I’m with the SJW kids on the subject of cultural appropriation — but only because I can’t stand this tripe.
This is Timberlake’s first album in almost five years and it’s awful, of course, but not quite as gut-wrenchingly awful as I had expected. The lyrics are universally imbecilic and irritating, and the more hip the div gets with his tuneless robot rap and R&B schtick the more stupid and boring he sounds — see if you can listen to more than 20 seconds of the terrible single ‘Filthy’ without smashing the room up.
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