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I can’t remember the last time I was as excited for an album to come out as I am about Erykah Badu‘s New Amerykah, due in late February, but I suspect it was sometime in the 90s. I’m actually so pumped it’s making me kind of anxious–I’m afraid this record’s going to burn me like Alien: Resurrection, which I was convinced would be the best movie ever made but turned out to be, well, not. Winona Ryder as a robo-babe seemed like such a foolproof concept.
I can’t even tell which part I like best. The double-whammy Ohio Players/Okayplayer pun? The shout-out to the Japanese import of Minnie Riperton’s Perfect Angel? Or maybe the several-layers-deep incredibleness of the “Hey Ya” video parody that comes from out of nowhere? I figure making hilarious and un-mean jokes about your ex-boyfriend’s mega-smash puts you officially on the next level.
