Honestly a 57 is generous, but I do what the averages tell me to. The most common gripes I have about albums (lengthy songs, repetitive verses, and lack of compositional depth) hold true here. Further, I simply hate the vocals. I felt like someone was whining in my ear half the time, and not in the way I’d prefer. While there were some good songs dispersed into the destruction, nothing is going on my playlist, and I won’t be tuning back in for a very… very long time.
o m e n - 70
Close your eyes - 92
TRANSylvania - 65
Turn off the light - 70
Tell me it’s a nightmare - 86
I don’t wanna die - 73
In the next life - 93
Boo! Bitch! - 71
This album feels like it was written by a 13 year old girl who just discovered Bo Burnham and sex.
God it’s bad. The fact that this is the same woman who produced Emails I Can’t Send is baffling. It’s repetitive, it’s unfunny, it’s 38 minutes of Sabrina Carpenter infantalizing herself and displaying none of the talent that she’s shown she has. It feels like she’s riding the high of the success of Juno (weird song.) and it’s just not working.
| 100 | ||
| 90 - 99 | 12 | |
| 80 - 89 | 31 | |
| 70 - 79 | 20 | |
| 60 - 69 | 5 | |
| 50 - 59 | 4 | |
| 40 - 49 | 1 | |
| 30 - 39 | 1 | |
| 20 - 29 | ||
| 10 - 19 | ||
| 0 - 9 |