Though Usher may have more of a tonsorial than sartorial influence on Jay Sean (who’s more Burton than Gucci, to be honest), there’s not just a similarity in sideburns. This one goes out to all the lay-deez. Well, the girls on the back of the bus. Jay (real name Kamaljit Singh Jhooti – a case of hide the Sikh?) breathily croons about checking his texts and Facebook profile between bursts of falsetto, like Quincy Jones era Jackson updated for communication technology.
It’s a cautious serenade that would work equally well sung by a female. Perhaps that’s the key: in a genre that can produce the most ingratiating and insincere lovesongs, it’s actually rather sweet. And unlike the gruesome sexual tell-all of Usher’s Confessions, our man’s worst admission would probably be dropping out of medical school.