HungryTosin

Like his last record, Kahan's newest album had to first wear down my carapace of cycinism before it could grow on me, like moss, or yes, love.
(OG Rating: 74)

Self-sabotaging length aside, I was at first frustrated because the beats kept hypnotizing me away from the writing, but maybe that's the point. Maybe they're asking us to pay attention. To be alert.

Or maybe I'm just an idiot. I think Mike's disc had the better instrumentals and Earl's had the better writing.

At the beginning of the Ca$ino, Mr. Keem calls himself a genius. When we're lucky, the album grants us a barely an eyeful of that genius, when we aren't.... well, his vocal inflections are amusing, at least.

I imagine it'd be nigh impossible for any record to live up to a near decade long wait. Rocky though, with his unending charisma and inventive production makes you believe it's no trouble at all for him, and in a genre where fifty percent of the work is confidence, that might just be the same as him actually pulling it off.