The Singles Jukebox

How about we forget this and go listen to some Twenty 4 Seven instead?

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Jonathan Bogart: Times like this I think the uptight Victorian culture that maintained a strict, outraged silence about all things sexual had a point.
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Katherine St Asaph: “Micromanage it” is possibly the least sexy metaphor for sex I’ve heard in some time, and that’s in a track that also employs GMOs, yet another “friend zone/end zone” rhyme, and a title that begs a joke so obvious it’s hardly worth making.
[3]

Micha Cavaseno: Detail is a really good producer guys! Jhené Aiko is still just really middling as a singer and her half-baked songwriting is perfectly protected by limiting her to a constant state of being featured on her own project, as alarming as that concept sounds. Big Sean remains the most generic personality in the world and is an uninteresting rapper no matter how needly his double-time works. Meanwhile, K-Ci & JoJo are distorted and tucked away in a deep dark pocket of the beat, and that’s fine because I can hear the ominous dread of JoJo taking vocal solos, which like many a crime still occurs in shadowy parts of the world.
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Alfred Soto: What a relief that her genitals are clean — the better for him to “push” it in. K-Ci and Jhené Aiko are eyewitnesses to this shit. Not a good idea for a four-minute plod to give itself this title either.
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Edward Okulicz: A 2 minute wearning delivered what seems like 200 times, everything about this is pure drudgery. Another song whose rhymes appear to have been written by pubescent boys masquerading as adults, eliciting groans at an astonishing rate. As for the score, the song was asking for it.
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Thomas Inskeep: Neither Jhené Aiko nor Big Sean have ever sounded this sexy: credit Detail’s work behind the boards and the genuine chemistry between Aiko and Sean (doing some of his best work), which makes Twenty88 really click. Calling in K-Ci & JoJo to sing the chorus never hurts, either. 
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Brad Shoup: I mean, you know y’all did a good job, sexually, when the sheets are clean. And that’s just one rake that Sean steps on in tripletime. I’m a little dismayed that Sean and Aiko have peeled the Hailey brothers away so close to the release of the Jodeci record; a little more dismayed that she joins them on the chorus to create a muddy vocal soup. Absolutely nothing coheres.
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