While FunHouse still exemplifies the trademark plugg-rage sound that Pretti has been cultivating, its production and his flows on it are leaning more towards the osamason and ches of the genre, leaving Pretti less creative room. Because of this lack of uniqueness, this is my least favorite project of Pretti’s up to this point in his career, but he still has a handful of bangers.
The creativity and depth of music on display in this project is unparalleled for the time and still holds up as a really solid experimental rock album.
I like this style of 60's music more than something like the Beatles because it sounds so authentic to me. I love the genuine lyricism about very relatable topics and the grounded sounds that use really beautiful instruments and catchy (but not poppy) melodies.
It takes him a bit to get rolling, but I really liked my time with Eden's End Credits. It won't leave a lasting impact, but impressed me with some of the things it did well.
Reuben's preachy, yet authentic expression of 90's Hip-Hop has clear inspirations, and does well to live up to them.
I love this style of ultra-catchy and almost overwhelmingly-ear-candy-esque electropop, because while it doesn't always stay with me for a long time, it grabs your ears and demands that you come visit again.
While the expansion to Laufey's Magnum Opus isn't quite as well-rounded as its source material, Laufey still meaningfully expands musical catalogue with 5 new gorgeous tracks.
Pac continues to spit stories about his life in aims of changing the world.
I think the lyricism is pretty terrible, but the music itself has a nice vibe. I felt like, even halfway through, the project felt redundant and forgettable, but it's not bd whatsoever.
Most 90's album possible. It's a really fun and important, timely piece of music.
In his debut, 2Pac makes some fantastic statements about the world of the 90s, in a style very authentic to the time.
It's not even just his voice that makes this project so bad, the songs aren't catchy, interesting, or even produced well...
Malcolm Todd fails to iterate on Sweet Boy, but still stands as a great indie-pop listen.
It's exactly what I expected... A lyrical, stripped-down, folk project with no replay value for my personal tastes.
It began as a basic, repetitive Chicago Drill project, tha got more boring and more repetitive thought out its horrendously bloated runtime.