Justin Timberlake, Everything I Thought It Was review: About as sexy as a soiled mattress
“Hey baby. Listen, I got this great new JT album, and if you’ve got a turntable maybe we could get it on!” runs a cheesy sample on, ’s first studio album in six years. Alas, despite the relentless sexual braggadocio, the record’s sprawling R&B slow jams are more likely to inspire snoozing than shagging. Weighing in at a bloated 18 tracks, it’s got the soggy dead weight and wonky springs of
