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While his voice sounded great in the dingier digs, the sleaziness felt grafted onto his personality in a way that always felt artificial, and it clashed with his more genuine-and compelling-loverman tendencies.īrathwaite has scrubbed this occasional creepiness from his sophomore effort, as PARTYNEXTDOOR TWO matches his self-assured cockiness with an increased benevolent streak. 'You got wild bitches telling you lies' he sang on 'Wild Bitches', a line so Weeknd-esque that it's kind of shocking Abel Tesfaye didn't get to it first elsewhere, he boasted of ejaculating on a lover.

The beats were shadier than those he sang over when he was making music under his own name, Jahron Brathwaite, and so was his character. Last year's self-titled debut from PARTYNEXTDOOR saw the Mississauga-born singer and producer refashion himself as something of a narcotics-fueled lech, a persona that has, in 2014, hardened into an archetype familiar to anyone with a remote interest in R&B over the last half-decade.

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