Beastie Boys underdelivering with a grouped couple of tracks in the back-end to finish an utterly unfinished LP.
No one can do this and pull it off. It's so fun, multi-layered and terrifying. It deserves its praise.
Kicks off great with Birdland, and then polishes its modern jazz-funk vibe, venturing into the 1980s even (I mean that it was ahead of its time sonically).
It's amazing, the songs are very memorable and the story-concept is great, but it's just too bloated with freaking skits. By the middle point the skits become longer and longer, adding up to 11 minutes of the full 68 the record lasts, which makes up to 16% of the thing.
It's from a good era in Miles' career but it feels empty of any actually genius ideas.
Very inexperienced, always going at the tracks in the same pose. He would get better, tho.
Kendrick's sharp one-word tracklist that runs like a series of self-educating vignettes of things Kendrick can't wrap his head around. Watching him deconstruct himself in a more direct way than in To Pimp a Butterfly makes it perhaps K-Dot's most personal album.
How is it a mixtape if it's 95 minutes long? In any case, there are many smooth, likeable beats throughout it.
2 hours?! Please, there's only so much Kozelek the body can take.