Rating: NN
On the intro to her new disc, the perennially overrated Ashanti proclaims, “This is definitely my best album,” which is like Anne Geddes saying, “This is definitely my best photo of a baby dressed like a tulip.” That is, if everything you make is exactly the same, nothing is better or worse than anything else. It’s all so much colourless mainstream R&B production with Ashanti’s very ordinary voice on top uttering saccharine nothings of the I-love-you-so-why-you-treat-me-bad variety, with the occasional, jarring Ja Rule cameo. Album three, and baby girl’s still no Aaliyah.
