JPEGFASCIA.
a completely disgraceful attempt to co-opt modern fascist aesthetics (faux-evangelicalism on the interlude tracks in the second half, nostalgia for "better times", war imagery glamourization, and the mimicry of sympathy for tragedies to make people feel bad) to keep his ever-dwindling audience coming back no matter how awful and spiteful he gets. this is his ICEMAN, and he's trying to turn his audience towards the same cultish fanaticism as Drake's current ... read more
rebuilding.
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//waking up and adjusting your eyes to a new dawn//
The intro swirls with disembodied voices; people you used to know, do know or will know surrounding the soundscape. Nothing can be made out, and maybe that's on purpose. RiTchie's voice breaks through, adding context to the voices, adding a melody to what were vague suggestions at one. It feels like he's slowly building up the strength to continue, despite everything that's happened to him throughout the past ... read more
This gave me literally no impact whatsoever.
Every previous album gave me some sort of emotion, whether it be anger (Raditude), joy (Red, White, Blue, EWBAITE), boredom (Green, Make Believe, Pacific Daydream), but this literally just washed over me.
The songs are played well enough, but there's no changes to any of the songs (not even lyrics, as evident on "No Scrubs") and it just leaves me with nothing.
The Africa cover was good enough, but did we REALLY need a full album of ... read more
While I prefer the 2018 version with its more explosive parts and (some of the) slight alterations from this version, I can understand why people would fall in love with this version just as well. It's truly a testament to the emotions displayed on the record that both records can connect with its listeners even with so many changes between them.
The sound of singing a happy song to yourself to get over the fact that a family member is in the hospital.
The sound of clinging onto the last vestiges of your childhood innocence, watching it slowly drain through your fingers like water in a shower.
The sound of putting on a fake smile, trying to crack jokes and laugh at the diagnoses.
The sound of finding yourself more irritated by the ones you once loved.
The sound of your soul yearning to be free, only keeping itself inside from the fear ... read more