The silence you are left with after this album finishes turns into a deafening, painful, shameful roar.
The problem with Freeman is that he's like hot sauce; if you add some to a dish, it completes it and makes everything better. However, when you have a bit too much, it becomes overwhelming. The best way to listen to Freeman is thus by adding some songs to a playlist and then enjoying them when they come on. That is to say on their own the songs are really quite enjoyable.
We need albums like these in our lives so that we may listen to something the morning after a regretful night.
Lazy concept that then decides to leave a significant impact on you forever because of the final song.
It shaped me and I don’t owe it to anyone else to rate any differently.