The most perverse moment on R. Kelly's new album is, surprisingly, neither "The Zoo" — a slow-jam full of animal noises that suggests he and his lady had some company in the sack — nor "Sex Planet," which offers a particularly unfortunate metaphor for back-door action. It's "Rise Up," the product of Kelly's belief that he could — just days after the Virginia Tech massacre — help the healing process by penning a carbon copy of "I Believe I Can Fly." The result is a limp, quasi-gospel tribute to the victims' families that needs tragedy to invest its clichés with any... More >>>