this album brings me a certain kind of joy, like remembering something i haven’t lived through yet, but still long for. maybe someday i’ll get to fulfill that feeling, to be at peace with myself and with the world, and finally understand the quiet complexity of simply being, loving, and letting life happen.
bitches out here can’t sustain that “i love experimental music” persona when an actually uncomfortable song hits them
the ethereal sound of being human. that’s what i hear on Almost Waking. it sounds intimate, strange and alive. not in a dramatic way, just in a very human way. like almost waking up from a dream and still feeling everything, even if you can’t explain exactly what it was.
i was really hoping for an opportunity to not shit on drake again, as usual. but damn, he really needs to do his time. take a five-year leave, go listen to some new music, read something, live a little, and come back with something to actually say. bro has been releasing the same album for eight years straight now.
the biggest problem here isn’t even the music itself. it’s the hypocrisy around it. peggy always built himself as this chaotic anti-industry figure, someone who sounded allergic to the exact ego performance rap is full of. but now he keeps slipping into that same thing: declaring himself above everyone, acting like the official curator of experimental rap, turning every move into a statement, and reacting to criticism like people just don’t get him.
and that’s weird, ... read more