"The King of R&B" is back with an untitled album. Hehe, get it? All terrible humor aside, Kel's latest effort is pretty bland. R. Kelly has lost his rap-style flow and has moved on to more soothingly serenading throughout his songs. The production on the album isn't necessarily rivetingly exciting or revolutionary, as the instrumentals on the album are based off of either lovey-dovey synths or gentle piano samples. And R. Kelly, never being a lyrical master, sticks to love & sex most of the time, occasionally straying into money. This album is mostly situational music (bedroom/club music) with one rap song. Untitled is nothing you would really listen to if you weren't making love or dancing. No longer the man he once was, R. Kelly is no longer pissing on the competition, just on underaged females.