The title of this interminable 19-track debut album shows how Californian R&B singer Kehlani sees herself, however inaccurately. There is some melodic sweetness here, in the chorus to Undercover or the modest earworm of Get Like; savagery is signified by a willingness to say the F word and smoke blunts in her videos. But sexiness is utterly absent in a record whose jaw-slackeningly boring lyrics make it more like a first date from hell. R&B masters take solipsism and turn it into universal human drama; Kehlani, without an ounce of wordplay, merely reels off the bland injustices and generic joys of her life over humdrum production, until Keeping Up With the Kardashians starts looking like Sarah Kane in comparison. Her friends presumably put her on speakerphone when she rings and just make occasional noises of agreement while getting on with some light housework or a tax return.
