JRClough

Keeping this at a 2/10 instead of a 1/10 since I found it too funny to not revisit this album and truly appreciate its crappiness. Chance's debut LP is a case study along with Donda to not surround yourself with yes-men who won't temper your ego and stop you from churning out 70+ minutes of unfinished lyrical bile.

It's rare having an ambient record where I get to hear sampling and instrumentation crying and wailing on the cold hard floor, begging for relief. So hauntingly riveting and introspective.

This song currently has over 700M plays on Spotify as Marvin Gaye, meanwhile, fidget spins in his fucking grave.

This track has aged like a fine red cabernet kept in a wooden cask in a cellar just to be opened decades later by the internet as we lament our technological advancement. A true electronic funk masterpiece.