Another new Gucci Mane album, another instance of Steven being baffled as to why he’s become such a phenomenon.
Another new Gucci Mane album, another instance of Steven being baffled as to why he’s become such a phenomenon.
I’m sad that A$AP Mob replaced Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends‘ refreshingly-throwback Wu-Tang-esque sound with overly-prevalent trap for Vol. 2: Too Cozy.
Rapper Kevin Gates’s two By Any Means albums oscillate between being reminiscent of old school T-Pain and DMX.
Trippie Redd’s album A Love Letter to You 2 is basic, but this banger is BANGING:
Lil Pump’s recently-released self-titled mixtape would’ve made a better EP at half the length, cutting out the repetitive tracks to shine even more light on his Run the Jewel-lite productions (albeit with worse vocals than that duo’s delicious stylings).
My main problem with criticism today, both formal and informal, can be summarized in the phrase: “the selfish audience.”
Continue reading “All The World’s a Stage, and All the Men and Women Merely Selfish Audiences”
Father John Misty sung his way onto my radar in late 2015 thanks to the first season of Aziz Ansari and Alan Yang’s Netflix series Master of None, in which the crooner was positioned as a New York underground sensation.
I generally prefer JAY-Z’s music to Beyoncé’s, BUT:
Behold John Mayer’s cover of Drake’s “Passionfruit” (yes, you read that correctly):
Tee Grizzley proves he’s a REAL rapper on My Moment, but his thoughtful lyrics are not only insufficiently emphasized by, but legitimately get lost in the monotonous haze of derivative beats.