Saucy street-funk from the dream-life of Riley
Blackstreet’s new jack swing anthem “No Diggity” was cool, witty, and one of the slinkiest hits of recent years. Their new album is all about what they’re gonna do to your sweet titties and pink-lycra-clad asses, and is so patently wrong in so many ways that it exhibits a peculiar strain of genius. This, fused with several pop-tastic retreads of The Commodores’ “Brick House” vibe, means it’s guilty as sin and just as much fun.
The band (riddled with new boys) are puppets of producer Teddy Riley; guests include Erick Sermon and, on single “Wizzy Wow”, Mystikal. You have to like the way they work it.