Dwele's lyrics and delivery are casual to the point of near conversation, giving each song an intimacy more profound than mere sexual commentary. On "Truth," a song that tells of a man who deceived his lover, he sings, "I lied, I said you were the truth/You took it as the truth/And now I got you but I don't want you like that." If there's any fault with Subject, it's in its smooth, almost anesthetic production. But most of the time such a mellow musical approach just generates zoned-out head-bobbing. How bad can that be?