he inherent irony of JP is that although R&B crooner Jesse Powell presents himself as a mack daddy of the first order--complete with invitations to disrobe and offers of extreme carnal satisfaction--you know there's something more to the story. There's a disarming airiness to Powell's voice and delivery that's ingratiating enough to suggest more depth to his persona than he's willing to admit.
Unlike dyed-in-the-wool lotharios like R. Kelly, whose love-'em-and-leave-'em ways are in little doubt, Powell sounds like the type whose big talk might just hide a nice guy with more on his mind than jumping in the sack. In any case, the slow-jam arrangements, vintage analogue synths, and hip-hop beats are crafted to please any fan of contemporary R&B, whether one takes Powell at face value or not.|

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