Auto-tuned, synth-n-glitch-drenched R&B's taken over a lot of hip hop's territory, conquering most of the neutral zone, crushing the airwaves.
"Maybe that's not such a bad thing!" I thought a couple times here, I gotta admit.
At its best The Album's awesome - it's icy, weird, cool, nicking experimental indie-electronic angles to bring heart and vulnerability and drugaddled laserblur to your 2am. Planez is creepy, alien, slitheringly charming. Pass Dat's strangely beautiful, some collision of Jamie XX and Grimes. And Giv No Fuks gets by on core premise.
But there's so much filler here, so much dopey club-ready generica, so much meandering and wandering that fails to keep your attention. I don't know what the hell Don't Tell Em did to earn a hundred and twenty three million Spotify listens - that song's boring as shit.
It's a fine line between being cool and lilting over, straight falling asleep in your private booth. Dude has got an eye for a hook, but he's not ready to go album-length, and a bunch of weakass guest appearances can't cover it up 3/5
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