Oh fuck no.
Let's pray all this electronic wobble / microglitch / hyper-auto-tune small dick contest's finally reached its climax.
It's all just reflex now. Notes are passe, they say. Beats are done, singing, totally //fin. So they throw it all out without having any good ideas about what to put in its place. This is pure producer wankerey masquerading as the new - the fact that it's awful to listen to and thematically shallow besides is only gravy.
Iconic childhood experience: there's one kid who's just trying to fit in. Another kid tells a non-joke: "Two frogs are in the shower. One says to the other...pass the salt!" to see if the poor sucker'll laugh.
What I'm saying is- and look, if you like this album that's your prerogative. Maybe you find something in it I don't. Sincerely. But what I'm saying is, if you like this, it's likely you aren't paying any fucking attention to the content of the conversation 1.5/5
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