Rating: NN
With or without Bobby Brown (who’s either doing so well on the Britney Spears My Prerogative royalties or so busy doing coke and throwing Fabergé eggs at Whitney that he didn’t need to be involved with this), New Edition have been heading downhill since Cool It Now. Which is not to say that Bad Boy’s vision of the R&B group ain’t all good, but this is the kind of album whose lyrics slide off its expectedly slick soul production into one ear and right out the other, due to the mind-numbingly ultra-clichéd words about fulfilling your wildest dreams and so on. This is as much 112 as it is B2K as it is boring. If we rated albums in Zs, this’d get 5.
