Thundercat gone full Zappa. He pairs his jazzy, offkilter, lilting basslines with matching singing, packing the album with rise-and-fall non-rhymes about all weirdness of all stripes. For all the impossible Jaco/Squarepusher skittering bass jitters, there's floating, strangely hooky lines about diving headfirst into Japanese culture, maining Johnny Cage, and how cool it would be to be a cat (what with them 9 lives -- lines that hang around unresolved, loose threads from your mind fuzz.
Unmellow, not quite exciting, and the endless falsetto gets exhausting, but it demands to be heard once, riding a loose throughline of resigned disorientation that feels appropriate for 2017 4/5
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