Master of My Make-Believe by Santigold

Master of My Make-Believe turns friction into fire, its flippantly skewed pop anthems doubling as obviously personal documents of Santi White's unwillingness to let anyone get over on her.

Master of My Make-Believe is not a huge leap from Santogold, but it is by no means a retread.

I would place this album among the strongest work coming out in both the realms of indie and pop music these days

Short on big thrills and surprises, but generous enough with the creature comforts that made Santigold’s debut such a gem. 

In her quest to make her own brand of gimmick free progressive pop, Santigold has made an album that, for all its faults, intermittently works.

Much like her debut, Master Of My Make Believe is a brilliant album in its entirety

Master Of My Make-Believe consequently feels slight in comparison to its predecessor, and its missteps more glaring

Master of My Make-Believe is by no means a disappointment, but it falls short of the expectation that has been gestating for the past four years.

It offers a polished assortment of tidily global-sounding, mid-tempo pop tunes that seem to end before they ever kick off

Master of My Make Believe has the feel of being made deliberately difficult to listen to; obstructionist for the sake of being obstructionist, confrontational without really having anything to argue against - except what might, ultimately, be self-imposed expectations. 

The resulting effort is decidedly average, sticking rather close to Santigold’s comfort zone and leaving us with a few gems, some weaker numbers, and most telling of all, a chunk of meh-worthy cuts.

What comes after on Master of My Make-Believe lands with a bit of a thud in contrast; lots of filler propped up by a few far-out pop jams, possessing as many ups and downs as her 2008 debut record.

Everyone else says I'm crazy... but this is my favorite album of all-time.