On his eighth album, the R&B veteran comes across like Frankenface, a poorly executed composite intended to appeal to a younger fan base. He sports a Lenny Kravitz-ish Afro, employs a Maxwell-like falsetto, and uses hip-hop beats from the Neptunes (Jay-Z, Mystikal). In all, it’s an unconvincing attempt at reinvention, and a monstrous waste of talent and time.

Grade: D