Sifting through shards of a broken heart, these five women recognize the need for trust, honesty, patience and communication in romance (“Damaged,” “Poetry”).
Tantalizing sexual come-ons are the big problem here, from songs selling the singers as fantasy girls to immodest liner photos. “Bad Girl” invites a man to take a good look at the merchandise (“Examine my body like you’re the science guy”), while “Strip Tease” finds a breathless woman spouting innuendo to seduce a guy. A “Pretty Boy” is invited to “come on and get some.” Another is asked to visit a willing female’s “Secret Place.” Joined by rapper Rick Ross, the girls express lustful desires on “Ecstasy” (accentuated by sighs and sexual cries). They coo about their prowess on “Lights Out.” The racy “2 of You” reveals that the members of Danity Kane are just as vacuous when sizing up a hot guy as they are about identifying their own assets, extending the tease to near-profanities (“Don’t worry about me bringin’ the bullshhh/’Cause this feels too good to funk it up”). While not too descriptive, a jilted woman imagines her ex being intimate with his latest squeeze (“Flashback”).
These sex kittens advise fans on one pulsating track, “Lose yourself and let the music control you.” Bad idea. Provocative imagery and casual attitudes toward sex are everywhere. Despite some catchy hooks and tight harmonies, Dollhouse is nothing to toy with.
After spending more than two decades touring, directing, writing and producing for Christian theater and radio (most recently for Adventures in Odyssey, which he still contributes to), Bob joined the Plugged In staff to help us focus more heavily on video games. He is also one of our primary movie reviewers.
