Sure, there are notes of the dreaded brostep on display here ... but there is also much fun to be had
Songs is a nasty carnival of electronic pop that giddily hops between styles-- jungle, rave, dub, purple, reggae, pure Guetta-fied pop, and so on-- like a broken radio.
Songs does not kill Rusko’s brostep monster. It just drastically smooths out the edges and makes it a bit more ready for popular consumption.
His commercial experimentations are still hit and miss, enough hit to make these departures worthwhile, but also enough miss to make you wonder if Rusko is out of his comfort zone when he branches out.
It's a shame to see how Americanised Rusko has become through listening to this release.