in which a band takes its awkward billing and turns it into an awkward album title.
RfCK's RfCK doubles down on all the strings/horns/crooning of Rufusized without breaking through to anything soulful. Like, Rufus got you back to his place with some funky dance moves and you're in his bedroom and he's doing this, little bedroom sexy dance. For a while. And you're like, are we gonna fuck, or should I just head back to the club, or what 2.5/5
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