Clocking in at 21 merciless minutes, Beware the Book of Eli is one of the year’s most fun and freewheeling rap releases, and though Ski is only 22 and drops plenty of ‘90s-baby references to prove it—he mentions two separate brands of kids’ yogurt on the tape, and the Book of Eli is apparently a Golden Book—he taps into something older and scarier than “SoundCloud rap.”
Musgraves has always sounded like someone who simply does her own thing. Golden Hour is the latest incarnation of that, a welcoming treat mostly driven by calm reflection with different packaging for her perceptivity.
The execution is stellar, but the “crowded” feel of some of the songs can work to the detriment of Remy’s most extraordinary quality—her writing.
The effusive sense of joy that pervades Knock Knock wouldn’t be possible without such a deft hand at the turntables and whoopee cushions.
Throughout Daytona’s seven songs, there’s a refinement to his on-wax aura, presenting himself as an older, sager throwback in a world full of Lil Yachtys.