A fabulously rich, soulful litte slice of hip hop. Full of rock guitars, R&B bass, and whipcrack rhymes, dripping with regret and pathos, this is an example of this proggy rap movement where trying and caring are acceptable, where being personal and bombastic and artful are welcomed alongside a tough guy delivery.
You can't just make sensitive rap. It doesn't work. What you can do is come out armored with weak points. Call it turtle rap, where the exposing of the underbelly means all the more when it feels like an aberration.
This works especially well because its just the four songs: this would be exhuasting as a full-length, but as it is the sentiment is deliciously tragic in its transience.
Solid.
4/5
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