Justin Timberlake never made an impression on me until six weeks ago when his Sexy Back video assaulted my senses in a very pleasant manner. In particular, the steamy scene where he and the bond-esque girl engage in a slightly rough table-to-floor-to-bed romp certainly helped to cast away his boy band image. After several weeks of Justin talkshow and award show performances and countless magazine interviews and photospreads, I’m pretty fucking tired of Justin Timberlake, and his new album hasn’t even hit the stores yet.

These latest photos don’t help matters. On the left, Timberlake has decided to either hide or draw attention to his crotch, and neither option looks good on his end. In the middle, one can sense a vague Jason Priestly aura, as if he positively detests the seemingly endless promotion for his new record. So do we. On the right, Justin appeals to the ladies by showing off that strong jawline in profile, but in doing so, Timberlake only convinces us that Cameron Diaz has just finished picking the nits out of his ears.

I hereby do propose that when established artists release new records, these albums should be preceeded by a maximum of one month’s promotion. Any more than that only deadens the sense of anticipation, because Justin Timberlake may be bringing sexy back, but I do believe it’s already left the fucking building.

Time for a Pete Doherty post soon – some days, it’s the only thing that keeps me going around here.