Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

it pains me greatly to say it, but fred is wrong. 95% of the time his observations (especially regarding pop music) are spot-on, so when I saw him raving about the new blackstreet single, I immediately downloaded it, excited that teddy riley had made a comeback. ick. the track sounds like a neptunes reject (is this what teddy's reduced to, picking through pharrell's trash? they both live in virginia beach, so it's not impossible, y'all), and the lyrics? oh, my. they seem to consist of whoever's in blackstreet these days saying "(blah blah blah) - wow" (they sound too bored - or is that "cool"? - to even say "wow!") ad nauseum, along with teddy proving he's still "street" by cursing a lot. yes, teddy, you are a "fuckin' legend," and this is a fine way to shit all over said legacy. this new out-of-nowhere material couldn't have anything to do with that nasty bankruptcy filing, could it? of course not.
in case you want to hear the carnage for yourself, the track's titled "wizzy wow."