After the dizzying, explosive TPaB, the return to something more traditional's undeniably a comedown. Damn rides a groove and settles into it, with fewer highs and lows, less negative space, less contrast. The rhymes are as unassailable as ever, but too many songs show their hand and settle into verses and choruses and hooks that don't catch. The execption's those last 3 songs, a fall backwards through Fear's multipart horror house, into the float of God, into Duckworth's harrowing narrative. This is where the album's unexpected moments lie, breaking out of an 11 song cadence, going long, going small, taking breath.
Respect to Kendrick, the best one out there, but Butterfly aside his albums don't move me 3.5/5
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