Kelly the seducer is a phantom on Untitled - it’ll be interesting to see how long he can keep up the charade while he’s got real shit on his mind. You have to appreciate an artist who gets. and T-Pain) and getting freaky in the club ('Freaky In The Club'). While his bedroom travelogues aren’t as stiff and predictable as LL Cool J’s or 50 Cent’s, it’s either total sexual freakdom or nothing. Quite frankly, Double Up is a straight up R&B club album and shows little sign of the difficulties in his life. The club tracks on Double Up serve as a hedonistic how-to guide of nightclub behavior, including bringing not one, but two ladies home ('Double Up' featuring Snoop Dogg,) stealing someone else's girl ('I'm A Flirt (Remix)' feat T.I. For a 42-year-old dude, however, he’s starting to show it. While many a cut-rate lothario has burrowed his way into America’s hearts and panties, none seem to do so with the same utter lack of self. Consecutive songs about muff-diving? Yes! Yodelling during sex? Who doesn’t? Despite the promise of earlier albums (particularly the double R), Kelly is loathe to ignore the dancefloor before he’s too old and uses Untitled as his own erection set. He’s also perversely talented at expressing his horniness in songs that, be they club anthems or baby-making background noise, inevitably plant themselves firmly atop the charts and in the collective cultural subconscious. going about his business whether morning, noon, or night. There are no crass rebuttals or I-told-ya-soes, just Mr. Kelly breezed through the underage-porn/rape shitstorm with relative flair and has decided to ignore it on his first album since acquittal. Sex Planet is Kelly’s latest addition to his list of sexual. Whatever its artistic merits, Untitled is Weird Al-proof, an utterly ridiculous R&B spoof with its creator an amalgam of Luther Vandross, Luther Campbell, and Steve Stiffler. And nowhere in his catalogue is it more evident than on Double Up.