Don’t come to this thinking you’ll get the inside scoop on a celebrity divorce.
Fraser McAlpine 2010-04-30
Judging from the title, this should be a similar affair to Marvin Gaye’s Here, My Dear, an album which soundtracks the messy end to a high-profile marriage, with Usher lobbing bitter-bombs at his ex, Tameka Foster.
But Usher is also every inch the modern businessman, and his business largely concerns singing about making love with girls, which he does here, a lot: divorce or no divorce.
In fact, Foolin’ Around, Guilty and Papers are the only songs to directly address the situation, and even then they’re done with a story-teller’s eye. The former is an impassioned apology from an unfaithful (and famous) husband to his long-suffering wife, the latter a slightly different tale in which the husband has tried as hard as he can, but admits the marriage is doomed. Guilty is a song to the judge at the divorce hearing. It probably wouldn’t work as legal defence.
We’re on far more familiar slow jam territory with There Goes My Baby, a sumptuous deep-pile carpet of seductive song, and Hey Daddy (Daddy’s Home), which impressively manages to rhyme “flexing” with “sexing”. Mars vs Venus even embarks on an extended metaphor in which Usher’s bedroom is its own solar system, complete with a perfect seaside postcard reference to the Big Bang.
Lil’ Freak goes a smidge darker, Ush leering at a hot girl in a club about the sheer magnitude of his pulling power, over a sped-up Stevie Wonder sample (Livin’ for the City, since you ask). It’s pitched somewhere between thrillingly seedy and downright creepy, depending on your stomach for singers boasting about having a “ménage-ay” with a gaggle of girls.
So don’t come to this thinking you’ll get the inside scoop on a celebrity divorce, but as a soundtrack to rampancy in general, it’s hard to beat.