Evidently exhausted by the propulsive rudery of 'Hot In Herre'...
Evidently exhausted by the propulsive rudery of ‘Hot In Herre’, Nelly kicks back, exchanging fragrant billets-doux on ‘Dilemma’ with Kelly out of Destiny’s Child. “[I]Nelly, I love you[/I]” she coos blandly, but Nelly‘s stricken with an unlikely bout of moral brow-furrowing. Should he contain his urges? – she has, after all, got a boyfriend already. Should he do a bit of non-committal grunting and then try to change the subject by going on about the East Coast and the West Coast for [I]no reason whatsoever[/I]? Or should he stop being distracted by treacle like this and go back to making bum-shaking bangers that are all identically ace? Can you deduce the NME preference, readers?