She's not that good at turning up after a major heartbreak.
Trying to mask a bad breakup with a good party is a valid healing process, but her attempts at tapping into club circuits come off clumsy. The bundle of aggressive turn up tracks like “Do That For (B.A.B.),” “New Nu” and the Juicy J-assisted "Rick James"—a nod to Dave Chappelle's highly quotable comedy sketch—feel out of place with her trademark sound.
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Keyshia's family thought she and Boobie were in it for the long haul. Her not so much.
On the bittersweet benediction, "Remember (Part 2)," Keyshia's family remains hopeful she and her hubby can kiss and make up, but Keyshia is a realist. "Even though we have so much on the line/Family keeps tellin' me, it'll be okay one day," she sings woefully, “But it just don't seem right.”
This girl isn't afraid to throw the hands.
Spread love not war we always say, but Keyshia doesn't shy away from having to sharpen her slap boxing skills after disappointment before (See Breakfast Club interview for affirmation). On "Heat of Passion" we see that when she snaps, ain’t no telling what might happen to the one who let her down. The hits don’t stop there. "Then I say some foul shit just so I can hit back," she sings on "Next Time (Won't Give My Heart Away)."
Despite how she may feel, vocally, she shines in her saddest moments.
You'd think that Keyshia's marital woes are an albatross, but she's moving on with a positive spirit and renewed work ethic. "Whoever the guy is that I’m going to end up with forever, I want him to be my best friend," she said while on her Point Of No Return summer tour. "That’s really what I pray for." The darkest part of Keyshia's PONR turns out to be its brightest. Her vocal muscles seem to flex when her spirit is the most bruised. On the solemn and honest album closer "Remember (Part 2)"—where she's undoubtedly referencing the fallout with her husband—she empties her soul more wholly and genuinely than she had on all the album’s songs combined. Keyshia floats in and out of delicate harmonies and the same scream-sing she immortalized on “Love.” Her voice, sopped with painful memories, is paced and pleading, skillfully toying with different keys and sharp and flat notes during her riffs. Her weighty stanzas float across the coos of her backup choir. It's heavy. And even more importantly, it ensures that you walk away from the album having felt something.