Raymond Fiore
July 04, 2005 AT 04:00 AM EDT

This generation’s preeminent R&B loverman, R. Kelly, descends into pitiful self-parody on his seventh solo album, TP.3 Reloaded. You’ve heard it all before, from the club drivel of ”Playa’s Only” to ”high-concept” slow jams like ”Sex Weed.” So what’s new here? A tepid stab at reggaeton on ”Burn It Up,” a B-squad Prince homage (”Remote Control”), and the beyond-bad telenovela ”Trapped in the Closet, Chapters 1-5.” Unless you’re intrigued by a cramp-afflicted Kelly doing the nasty, listen at your own peril.

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