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| Slantmagazine |
 Shock Value II is a vanity project, the kind of bonus fluff that you can get away with releasing when you're as famous and respected as Timbaland. And there's nothing inherently wrong with that; albums like this can be amusing gift baskets when pulled off correctly—samplings of different artists and styles, mini-portfolios with something for everyone. Unfortunately, the first Shock Value was something far drearier, and so is the sequel, serving more as a grounds for Timbaland to play out his fantasy-camp rapper dreams than anything else. To be fair, Timbaland is not a terrible rapper. His clumsy flow is no worse than Diddy's jittery streams of twaddle, but it's just as annoying. The tendency here, whether intentional or not, is to surround himself with mediocre talent rather than the titans who he helped make superstars, meaning we get Drake and Timbaland's younger brother Sebastian instead of Missy Elliott and Jay-Z. The mix of professional and amateur has the feel of watching a millionaire running the court with NBA players, only it's the Nets instead of the Celtics....full text |
| Prefixmag |
| "Shock Value is really like the Now [That's What I Call Music!] compilation... That's my goal for this — not [to showcase] me as an artist." Well, there you go. Timbaland's business-cum-artistic experiment promises to showcase a who's who of chart-toppers today: Madonna, Beyonce, Jay-Z and, my favorite, the Jonas Brothers. Rest assured that should the album be delayed (gasp!), the guest list will be adjusted accordingly. ...full text |
| Guardian |
| Few albums have been less felicitously titled than Timbaland's third solo effort, a defiantly unshocking, star-saturated drag that confirms the creative decline of the once groundbreaking super-producer. Even the best tracks, like Justin Timberlake duet "Carry Out", are merely passable, weighed down by his own leaden rapping and with nothing new to add to the familiar, futurist R&B formula. Elsewhere, hook-ups with MOR merchants The Fray and One Republic prove as cynically saccharine as you'd expect, and the tawdry dance-pop of Katy Perry collaboration "If We Ever Meet Again" suggests he may yet become the new Pete Waterman....full text |
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