By Jennifer Lynn
“This goes out to the beautiful girls! Which one of ya’ll, which one of ya’ll goin’ home with Trigga?” Having previously seen Mr Steal Yo’ Girl’s live show, this wasn’t the first time I had heard the screeching cattle call that follows this opening line of Invented Sex, but last night at Glasgow’s O2 Academy was the first time that I had found it quite so cringe worthy. Perhaps it’s my advancing years (twenty-three next month, FYI) or maybe it was my Tuesday night sobriety, but Trey Songz’ constant need to sing filthy to his adoring audience just didn’t hit the spot this time.
Before we get down and dirty, I should point out that I’m a long-time fan of Trigga and his gun show, and that his set got off to an epic start with crowd-pleaser Say Aah. Successful, which Trey originally featured on with rapper Drake, was another highlight. The man shows off an impressive falsetto, and is comparable with a young Usher – high praise indeed.
Then came the crotch-grabbing, orgasm-faking, sleep-inducing section of the show, which included the aptly named Fumble, Dive In and Love Face, each of which was dragged out with reprise after reprise after reprise. In between his sex songz, Trey managed to ask the audience who was female, who was single, who loved him and who fancied some action after the show. At least three times. Yawn.
Thankfully, just as I was drifting into a post-coital slumber, Mr Songz picked up the pace with Never Again and the sunny Simply Amazing – which was just that. When he’s not trying so hard to impress, Trey is a natural born performer with silky smooth vocals, and any girl in the house would be lying if she said she didn’t wish he was singing this particular song about her. Then again, judging by their earlier shrieks, they’d probably be pretty delighted if Panty Droppa was about them too…
Bottoms Up was a welcome addition to the bill for the boys in the audience, who suddenly picked up momentum, and joined in with the obligatory arm waving. Reaching his climax with Heart Attack and Two Reasons, Trey ended on such a high that I almost managed to forget the horrible sex in the middle – almost. Having seen Fifty Shades of Trey unfold, I’m afraid I might think twice before picking him off the shelf next time.