Star Wars sounds simultaneously cohesive and chaotic: If anything, the collection feels more akin to Wilco’s roughhewn concerts, which have always blasted the studio polish off the band’s songs.
His sixth album, B’lieve I’m Goin Down…, finds Vile at his most loose and bleary-eyed, with a hazy, vertiginous feel on the darkest and most spontaneous collection of songs he’s released to date.
Building on the best tendencies of her earlier songs, Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit finds Barnett deftly connecting the foreground to the background, the surface to the undercurrent.
It’s an exploration of success, of age, and of the group’s journey. And while some of the album’s sounds might not be especially revolutionary ... they’re madly solid and compelling all the same.
Where Good Kid was a linear story, To Pimp A Butterfly is an 80-minute pileup of loose ends, unfinished thoughts, and contradictions. Lamar will hint at a conclusion, then refute it; point fingers, then redirect them.