so many fuckin great beats man, but peggy's own pretentious, self loathing lyrical themes and his overused flow (there is seriously only one flow in the entire record) and the overstuffed tracklist really makes the project feel underwhelming and undercooked in it's entire nearly one hour runtime. there are still the few enjoyable tracks in between, but it's pretty disappointing to experience a jpegmafia album for the first time and have no urge to revisit it at all.
in a rare exhibition of some truly weird genre mixing, comes edward skeletrix's avant-garde ambient rage record, and in an exercise of completely masturbatory themes of art-making comes one of my favorite albums of the year so far.