Thank you, Sasha Frere-Jones. In seinem New-Yorker-Artikel bringt er das Dilemma des großen dummen Jungen des R&B auf den Punkt:

"Kelly seems to have no superego; he is willing to say anything that occurs to him, no matter how strange he sounds or how self-incriminating it might seem. Many people facing serious criminal charges related to sexual conduct would not include a song called “Sex Planet” on their CD, or, if they did, would probably omit the line about a “trip to planet Uranus.”"