This one has the distinction of being an album that will require time to unpack and grasp with more listens. It has such a diversity of sounds, vibes and subject matter that it sets itself apart from Rocky’s previous works.
At 28, he’s very much hitting his stride in Rap, using every transitional moment to add one more compelling chapter to his narrative.
In a weird twist of irony, Future’s regression from star-to-be to savage has made him bigger and better than he’s ever been.
In place of frustration and petulance lives a warmth present for the first time in Fiasco full-length history; as if he’s reached a new checkpoint in the development of his patented simple-complexity; as if making music is again fun for him.
The three blood relatives are more adventurous and creatively expansive than ever. However, a little bloat within the tracklist and below average guest spots hurt the album but, gratefully doesn’t hamper the overall entertaining listening experience.
Be it increased confidence, clout or just spending more time with generation defining musicians, he has found a way to stay true to his sound while all along exploring newfound sonic and musical territory.
No I.D. and company have helped him make music that’s both uncomfortable and lived-in, and Staples sounds more himself inside of it than ever before.