I've been looking furiously for excuses to blog about The Dream's new album Love vs. Money. Look at me, I'm gushing like a schoolgirl (teehee). The album is without a doubt the best thing to happen to R&B since D'angelo's ab's last rippled across your screen (honourable mention to the Foreign Exchange).
This is the third track on the album (second if you don't count the short, bizarre intro), and it's a cracker. The first time I heard it, I thought 'Michael Jackson', and sure enough MJ's classic 'PYT' has been invoked whenever the song comes up. Instead of being a restread, this track stands on it's own, and if you don't believe me, listen to it a few more times, it reveals much more on repeated listens.
Then Kanye steps in with one of his champagne verses. Though not up to par with his london bloke raps on 'American Boy' last year, he nonetheless provides the song with enough turbopower to send Dream's rocket past the moon and out into the galaxy.
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