Let’s start with what’s good: He doesn’t look like a rapper, but he spits fire. He’s sober, after alcoholism and anxiety caused him to be dropped by Stones Throw. And he’s got the appropriately overblown rap ego, in an interlude where someone actually recognizes him at a club and he gets pissed because he just wants to be left alone. Hip hop means being an asshole to your fans, amiright?
This is easily one of the most interesting rap albums of the year so far. Terrific lyrics, DIY production—this is what indie rap is about.
