delivers on the title and finds me invested in a concept i never could have predicted to care about. a beautiful fusion
the chronically online gay angst carries through from the brockhampton association, but he finds a way to turn it into gold
a new gen singer songwriter that does not insist upon himself, finally! so sweet and mellow, ryan beatty’s consciousness streams onto you, twinkling like sunlight through the trees
not as obviously infectious as his greatest LPs or even WATTBA but drake is sort of undeniable at the peak of his power. even if his beating of the war drums can feel vaguely chihuahua-esque