“On “Cracks in Mr. Perfect,” the confessional opener on his fifth LP, Ne-Yo is the sort of beautiful smoothie who fucks you without a condom, then shrugs sheepishly and says, “It’s our imperfections that truly make us perfect.” Bullshit notwithstanding, his silky phrasing gilds an impressively broad mix: steamy R&B (“Lazy Love”), bighearted dance pop (“Let Me Love You [Until You Learn to Love Yours”
“On "Cracks in Mr. Perfect," the confessional opener on his fifth LP, Ne-Yo is the sort of beautiful smoothie who fucks you without a condom, then shrugs sheepishly and says, "It's our imperfections that truly make us perfect." Bullshit notwithstanding, his silky phrasing gilds an impressively broad mix: steamy R&B ("Lazy Love"), bighearted dance pop ("Let Me Love You [Until You Learn to Love Yours”
