About three quarters of the way through Late Nights, Jeremih's long-awaited, appearing-out-of-nowhere new album, you might catch a sudden wave of deja vu. You might hear the opening bloops of "Don't Tell 'Em" and think, "Oh right, this song." "Don't Tell 'Em" is an old song -- not geologically old or anything, but old enough that it sure feels weird suddenly hearing it in the context of a brand-new album. Jeremih dropped "Don't Tell 'Em" at the beginning of summer 2014, and it went on to become a big crossover hit, one of the highest-charting of Jeremih's career. It peaked at #6 on Billboard last October, and it already feels like a distant memory. It's still a great song, but that clipped, minimal Mustardwave production has already pretty much dropped out of the pop and R&B mainstream. And Jeremih has moved on, too; there's no other song on Late Nights that really sounds anything like it. The effect is something like how it might've felt if Sufjan Stevens had dropped "Chicago" right into the middle of Carrie & Lowell. Maybe you're happy to hear it, but it still takes you right out of what's happening. And that's mostly because it's a sudden and stark reminder of how long it took Jeremih to make this fucking album in the first place.