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| Ew |
 The son of Growing Pains' Alan Thicke has built a career singing the sort of classy, nonthreatening slow jams that befit a squeaky-clean sitcom dad's heir. Robin Thicke takes a few more risks on his fourth album, Sex Therapy, slinging falsetto boasts and come-ons over futuristic electro-funk backdrops with frequent assists from rappers like Jay-Z and The Game. Plenty of other contemporary artists have been treading similar ground for years, but until Justin Timberlake gets around to making another album, this just might be the next best thing. B+...full text |
| Allmusic |
| Sex Therapy is an evasive maneuver to prevent Robin Thicke from being pigeonholed as a “grown folks” R&B singer. It’s evident that hits -- more specifically, appealing to younger listeners -- is the goal. While Thicke’s previous album, Something Else, did well on the album charts, it maintained a classicist sound throughout, produced only one major single, and featured only one appearance from a guest MC. Sex Therapy, however, enlists Snoop Dogg, Jay-Z, the Game, Kid Cudi, and Nicki “Stick shift the ding-a-ling” Minaj -- not to mention Estelle and Jazmine Sullivan, both of whom contribute excellent background vocals on their respective appearances. Thicke heightens the brashness downplayed on Something Else, best applied on the title track, where the cunning contrast between his masculine certitude and feather-light falsetto is in full effect. That he does it while lifting the melody from “It’s My Party” -- as a near-replication of the pulse from the Art of Noise's “Moments in Love” drifts in the background -- makes it all the more daring and remarkable. Sometimes the results are either dopey (if lighthearted), as on “Meiplé,” or humorously awkward, as on “Shakin’ It 4 Daddy,” where the oft-repeated hook “She shakin’ it for daddy, she shakin’ it for me” must make some listeners think of Thicke and his father instead of just Thicke. The album does not represent a total abandonment of the qualities that have connected with the singer’s adult fans. “Mrs. Sexy,” based on Eric B. & Rakim's Al Green-sampling “Mahogany” (to the point where he does not bother to change a line that references his skin tone), is as buttery and elegant as anything he has recorded. On “Million Dolla Baby,” he takes his Marvin Gaye fixation another step forward, using “Trouble Man” as its backbone; even if it strikes you as corny, you have to admit that it is pretty slick. Above all, he continues to put one of the best voices in R&B to good use. [Sex Therapy: The Experience contains five additional songs. One is a brief intro and another is an interlude. The other three are not dazzling. The insatiable fans are the only ones who need to seek it out. In addition to the dirty version, a clean version was also made available.]...full text |
| Latimesblogs |
| For the boys at least, increasingly absurdist boasts regarding one's prowess between the sheets defined R&B in 2009. Jeremih swears that his touch is the ideal birthday present. Trey Songz claims you'll believe he invented the act itself. Even 50 Cent used the prospect of his future child-support checks as a pickup line. Until "Sex Therapy," his latest album, Robin Thicke hadn't really played that game. But as he puts it in the liner notes, "my guilty pleasures have been outweighing my good health." This is his baby-making album, and though Thicke's freak flag is PG-13, his new randiness adds zip to an always-perfect falsetto. On the crackling soul jam "Mrs. Sexy," he's promising to "buy you a ring and make you Mrs. Sexy," presumably because his bachelorhood as Mr. Sexy was unfulfilling. "Make U Love Me" makes fine use of Neptunes-ish brittle synths and a ping-ponging bass line, and his moaning-Brigitte-Bardot sample on "Meiple" is so over the top it could make Serge Gainsbourg feel outdone....full text |
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