Don’t be fooled by the titular non sequitur, there is nothing in the Ashanti catalogue that is collectable and if you listen very carefully on this album, you can actually hear the sound of Universal Music fingernails scraping the bottom of a barrel all the way through. Ashanti Douglas herself is a darling for sure, but she’s no shakes behind a microphone – a cookie-cutter R&B fairy that looks sweet and sounds twice as sugary. Listening to almost anything by her, I can’t help but hear bland, sexless sexiness to help white hairdressers feel ‘down’ – perhaps even more so when Z-grade thugs like Black Child or rent-a-warble Method Man or show up to add some bolt-on ‘street cred’. This album is nothing but a downright futile cobbling of remixes and tracks from the vault – and a desperate Xmas ploy on behalf of UMG. If you can flatten Michael Jackson’s ‘Rock With You’ and deem it worthy of a second outing, you’re in the wrong game. Go sell some fake designer jewellery or something.
2 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Daddy Bones
