Just because Justin Timberlake can make you giggle with his box-wrapped dick and is seemingly inhabited by the ghost of James Brown does not give him the goddamned right to hijack both the news headlines and South By Southwest. Beaten into submission by the recent press onslaught, we streamed his new album, The 20/20 Experience. Our first thought: Dude take seven years to record a follow-up record and has absolutely no artistic progress whatsoever to show for it? This drowsy, color-by-numbers R&B effort not only fails to match its hype, it pales in comparison to the forward-thinking work of his less-drooled-over peers (see: Frank Ocean, Solange Knowles, Janelle Monae, Miguel). This is one singer who should stick to movies.