The sex songs here aren’t just clichés about hands and bodies.
They’re passionate, creatively written and exceedingly weird.
Or “Glow,” which uses its title as code for the feeling during or after great sex, in addition to cleverly flipping the “my friends say you’re no good for me” trope. Her vocals are understated, often deadpan, and in this she seems to predict vocalists like Rihanna and Lady Gaga who make the most out of a limited palate.
And now, we have this, The Spirit Indestructible, a 12-song collection (18, if you want to go deluxe) of blatantly accessible dance pop that is precisely as far from the Whoa, Nelly! It's not all bad, of course -- if you prefer your sugar with a side of C-rate bounce, there are things here with which you most certainly could spend your Saturday nights -- though the issue at hand proves to run far deeper than some failed pop music experiments.
Take “Do It,” which inflates the physical feeling of sex to the operatic scale generally reserved for matters of the heart like crushes and breakups (“just a little touch has got me seeing things” – wow, I’d like to meet this guy).
Or “Promiscuous,” where Furtado and Timbaland affectionately (and respectfully) play ping-pong with a loaded term too often used to slut-shame.
In today’s pop landscape, when the genre is weirder and more respected than it’s perhaps ever been, it may only sound better with age.
Timbaland and his two top protegés — Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado (maybe we can start calling her Timbanell?