Light skin, dark skin, my Asian persuasion...
"...I must admit that Discipline is the most cohesive deep-groove album from La Jackson since Control. Considering that none of her current producers (most notably Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins, Ne-Yo, and Jermaine Dupri) are particularly known for underground house anthems, the after-hours dance beats that jet-propel you through the first six full songs—from a blacked-out Britney-esque "Feedback" to the funky up-tempo ballad "Can't B Good"—come as a huge, disco-licious surprise. Still, the visual aesthetic here is Irving Klaw bondage chic filtered through Helmut Newton and vintage James Van Der Zee (!); the irresistibly priapic music is simply its sonic complement. The CD artwork and b&w video collage looped on-screen throughout the listening party was full of black PVC, Ohio Player playfulness, and pervy leather. Guest cameos by Ernie Isley on guitar ("Never Letchu Go") and Missy Elliott on vocals ("The 1") nonetheless blend better than you'd think they could under Janet's silky soprano and compulsive need to compete—and succeed—on her own terms..."
So I finally got around to listening to Janet Jackson's Discipline in its entirety this morning. [Well not all the way through. There is no need for tracks 10 -13. (I call it the Midnite Love section) Not on the iPod. I skip em.]
And you know what, it's good. I mean really good. And I'm glad it's good, cause I was sick of -EXPLETIVE DELETED- talking shit about Ms. Jackson, declaring her career dead and shit, and having the audacity to offer such sage advice as take a cue from Beyonce, Rihanna, Ciara, and the like! For a minute it seemed as though nobody had anything good to say about Janet or Discipline. And then I found this. And I chilled the fuck out. Cause girl...you ain't never lied...
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