a grotesquely overblown party.

the genius of this album is how pathetic it is. scrappy beats that feel oppressively empty - Adderall Admiral is downright eerie - while Danny yells out punchlines about all the bitches he fucks and drugs he abuses, often leaving pauses afterwards as if waiting for the world to go "OOHHH SHIT!!".
the world never answers, but he doesnt care. he just keeps going further down the spiral, blunt after blunt after blunt, because its the only life he knows.

it just warms my heart to see a hip-hop legend working with all these queer underground artists, and having so much fun with it too.
the album feels a bit chaotic sonically, with some song transitions giving me slight whiplash. but theres lots of highlights, and Danny sounds completely natural in the chaos, delivering both witty confidence as well as wholesome vulnerability through his lyrics.

this is one of my all-time favorite rock albums and i cant recommend it to my friends due to Alexis Marshall‘s horribly abusive behavior. there is no separating art from artist here. if you want to listen to this, at least listen to Lingua Ignota afterwards.

saw some people trashing this on twitter so i had to go back and give it its flowers because this album RULES!!

the focus on 2010s cringe aesthetics gives it an extremely distinct and cohesive character.
the production is INSANE.
the incel narrative is excellent and continues to be relevant in the current political and cultural climate (The New Sound, anyone?).
the short album length is perfect and the track list flows flawlessly. even Monk Mode, which as an individual track is a bit too silly ... read more

the first half Fruitcake and Cookies makes me cry. like a long forgotten memory of my mother holding me in her arms.
the rest of the album is intriguing, but doesnt fully click for me.

while the anger is mostly aimed in the right direction, the social commentary on this record sounds like it was written by a teenage atheist that watched too much Black Mirror plus a few „Breadtube“ video essays and now thinks he is qualified to lead a revolution.

the music is okay. some of it hits, some of it falls flat. Autonomous Delivery Robot is the clear highlight for me and probably the only song from this ill be returning to.

was not a big fan of her previous stuff but this really surprised me! lots of bangers with juicy production and over-the-top sexual lyrics.

was struggling to get into D’Angelo’s music after his passing because his first two albums just felt a bit too… bare? like i can see why people like it but it just wasnt quite doing it for me.
Black Messiah has changed that, this record is really dense and surprising and im looking forward to peeling off its many layers on subsequent listens.

the super short runtime is definitely for the better, cause listening to these repetitive hyperpop beats and pathologically hypersexual lyrics for any extended period of time will start to rapidly kill your braincells. but it fucking goes.

what an unbelievably important album. non-stop thrills, raw emotions, and a message rooted in love and hope, despite of all the ugliness of the world that surrounds it.
also one of the best concerts ive been to. the whole room turned into a liquid on the first note. some people criticize this album for being too on the nose, which it kind of is. but only because the words are so simple to understand are they able to unite and rile up the crowd so effectively.

i legitimately dont know what to rate this thing.
its an incredible cultural artifact.

this absurd, depressive radio drama connected deeply with me. it brings me back to an earlier time in my life when i was struggling with eerily similar things. i too was an emotional flatline that didnt know how to connect with other human beings or the world at large. i too was obsessed with being perceived as a visionary artistic genius and didnt see any value in my existence beyond that. and when i inevitably couldnt live up to my enormous expectations, i isolated myself, closed the window, ... read more

a lot of it is a bit too quirky and loose for me to connect with it, but there are very nice moments, most notably the spellbinding O Superman.

ill need more listens and more context to hear all the layers and the true genius of this album, which i know is there. but even as a casual listen, its absolutely airtight and full of character and color.

ranging from haunting to thumping, often both at the same time, this is an otherworldly and simply stunning record.
god i love deconstructed club.

decent songs dragged down by annoying skits, grating sound collages, and those damn 5 minutes of silence.

a luxuriously expensive box of ear candy where each praline hits me with new, masterfully crafted, intricately interwoven flavors.

i couldnt predict a single second of this record on my first listen, nor did i want to predict this onslaught of free-flowing creativity and energy. while the music is not strictly brostep, this project feels like a genuine love letter to that genre and the culture that surrounded it in the 2010s. DJ Smokey fits perfectly into all of this. his lines are silly and ... read more

an outlandish, absurdist, tasteless piece of shitpost collage music that takes you to some pretty fantastical, immersive sonic realms, only to fart all over them. its hard to take seriously but i kind of love it for what it is.

Soft Channel wanders out far into the realm of the incomprehensible, miraculously finds its path through the chaos, and arrives at a masterpiece.