Okay, here we go...
I'll start with some positive: I love "Montana." (Listen HERE.) It's the perfect retro-smooth track that Bruno Mars never released in 2013. It's the musical equivalent of a post-coital cruise in a black Cadillac Fleetwood Coupe at midnight somewhere in 1984. ("Breeze Off The Pond" is a close second.)
Upon listening to the entire album, I've come the conclusion that this thing screams "PLEASE GIMME AN ALBUM OF THE YEAR GRAMMY IN 2019!"
The 30-second bridge in "Supplies" is what the entire song should have been.
The older I get, the more I realize my pop idols are gradually slipping into self-important Adult-Contemporaryhood.
"Young Man" -- as adorable and well-intentioned as it is -- is a ripoff of Christina Aguilera's intro, "My Heart," on 2010's Bionic. Just sayin'. (Both tracks include cameos of each pop star's toddler offspring.)
I could've done without the Jessica Biel-voiced interludes.
"Midnight Summer Jam" is trying so hard to be a cookout anthem.
The following lyric in "Sauce" is a jawdropper: "I love your pink, you like my purple." Say what? Um, no.
And really, was "Filthy" just a leftover from FutureSex/LoveSounds or what?