There are "Eleven 'fucks', five 'shits' and three 'niggaz'...
Of course, it used to be all chundering guitars and rancorous shouting round these parts. Now we can’t move for glossy Ramp;B. It’d be nice to buck convention and reveal that the latest hard-talking, hard-styled woman off Ramp;B’s infinite production line was all generically correct image and no content. As it is, the truth is more predictable. Olivia’s ‘Bizounce’ is, well, great, administering a steely boot to a crap lover in the tradition of TLC, Kelis, Eve [I]et al[/I]. Olivia’s twist, however, is to present
a vicious kiss-off as a boudoir come-on.
At the heart of this sultry, skittish Ramp;B baroque, there are “Eleven ‘fucks’, five ‘shits’ and three ‘niggaz’,” as the press release boasts adolescently. But it’s Olivia’s ruthlessness rather than her vocabulary that’s the real knockout: [I]”Shoulda known what you missed at home/Now you’re all alone with no-one to bone”[/I], she coos, sugary and snide. The radio edit, incidentally, has so many censored words that it sounds positively avant-garde.