Taira

Okay, so a bit of a story time. Is it bad that I only really "got" this album when I was absentmindedly listening to it while walking through a Costco? Like, the first time I listened to this, all huddled up, I was like "OK, now this is boring!" And then I put it down and decided to not revisit it again. However, it decided to haunt me a bit, and during a visit to America's most soulless supermarket, I decided to put my earbuds in and give this album another shot. Boy, I ... read more

Okay, yeah, I heard about it from Fantano, got curious, decided to bite the bullet and checked this mess out. A 1/10 seems too harsh for this thing. Not by a whole lot, though.

There was potential in the production. It's quite nice, actually, subtracting the weird janky MIDI piano and generic trap segments. It could've been a relaxing listen, a decent one, even. But Bladee's vocals here are absolutely atrocious. What the fuck is this. Bladee himself somehow manages to suck the soul straight ... read more

No Now is the internet. When I say that, I don’t mean it’s some sort of statement on it or anything like that. It is the internet, a microcosm of all it’s rapid, random, violent, hypersexualised bastard beauty. It’s loud, glitchy, noisy, maximalist, and absolutely beautiful through and through.
This album is an absolute beast- an hour-long tour de force. It’s chaotic, maniacal and absolutely unpredictable. Everything is glitchy at one point or another, several ... read more

Oh, bloody hell. Original review's down below. This thing clicked with me SUPER hard, so I gotta rewrite this.

In essence, 22, A Million is like an album shattered to bits, left out in the cold, trying to piece itself back together again. It's fragile. It's an unexpected turn for Bon Iver, so likewise, it takes unexpected turns right and left to leave you puzzled and possibly unsatisfied. There's messy production, odd glitches and out-of-the-blue soundscapes littered all over the place. It ... read more