When I first heard "Beautiful Girls" on the radio, I was like, "Who is this butchering Ben E. King's `Stand by Me'?" Then I saw the video, and after I looked at Sean Kingston, I asked, "What's Kenan Thompson doing singing?" All jokes aside, Sean's self-titled album is, well, okay.
I hate to admit it, but "Beautiful Girls" actually grew on me (although I don't understand why MTV blocked out "suicidal" yet they had no problem playing "I had to shoot him dead" from Maroon 5's "Wake Up Call"). Anyway, "Me Love" is pretty interesting too. But when you listen to the album as a whole and especially when you hear Sean talking, you'll realize he's trying to pull a Shaggy: only PRETENDING to have a Jamaican accent (although to his credit, he did spend much of his preteen years living in Jamaica).
But back to the album. There are a lot of missteps on here, like the annoying "Got No Shorty" and the confusing (and aptly titled) "That Ain't Right". "I Can Feel It" lazily borrows Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight", and you would get slapped silly if you ever sang "Your Sister" to a girl; speaking of hard-to-relate-to songs, "Take You There" talks about touring his girl around violent neighborhoods. And Paula DeAnda outshines Sean on "There's Nothin".
There are also a couple of songs that don't go anywhere: "Drummer Boy" and the obligatory we-are-the-world song, "Change". And the final track, "Colors" (a revamped version of an independent track Sean did), is an incoherent mess of a song featuring Kardinal Offishall and Vybz Kartel. You have no business buying Sean Kingston's album if you're over the age of eighteen, so if anything, only buy it as a birthday present for your little sister.