The month of April was great for newcomers Tweet and Ashanti. The debut project by Tweet entitled "Southern Hummingbird" commanded the number one spot until Ashanti moved it out. Both spent two weeks in the top five spot.

Both women have a lot going for them. They have looks and talent, and they hang out with the big names in the industry. And they are selling lots of CD’s, explicit labels and all.

Tweet claims to be bonafide, which apparently helps her to encourage late night partying. On the popular single "Oops (Oh My), the chorus line says, "There goes my shirt over my head (Oh My); There goes my skirt droppin to my feet (Oh My). Oops also has a part two descriptively entitled "Sexual Healing". On "Call Me", Tweet boast that she has another man, and encourages him to call her real late when her man is asleep, yet on "Motel", she ends a relationship because she saw her man go into a motel with someone else.

On the song "Drunk", Tweet states that she would rather drive drunk than to be sober and alone. After all, drinking is a solution to the problem of loneliness. The rest of the album includes casual profanity and frank sexuality.

Ashanti’s debut project is equally disturbing. While the tunes offer catchy urban pop, the obscenities are plentiful. The song entitled "Rescue" is an invitation for intimacy. "Movies" finds her out of the shower oiled down waiting. "Voodoo" suggests that if it feels good, it must be right.

If music is an expression of a message, what are these two artists saying to us. According to Tweet, happiness comes from partying and having lots of sex (adultery is OK if you are the instigator). If we listen to Ashanti, she would advise us to do whatever is good for ourselves and to not follow anyone else.

In the world today, beauty and talent are worshipped, and women think little of modesty and restraint. With great success comes great responsibility. This includes the messages we send out to our fans. Ashanti and Tweet have nice voices and they sing well. It is too bad that they attract collaborators who see nothing wrong with helping them peddle themselves as heavy breathing lust dolls.