Genetically modified pop that may feed the masses now, but will leave in an indelible scar on them later. Something in the form of creative cancer that leaves the victim unable to tell the difference between quality pop music and hot garbage. If their boring lyrics don’t drive you mad then the video will.
The Prince gets a bit nostalgic on an album that’s filled mostly with crossover bangers. It’s a standout because of all the simple elements involved – the soulful sample, the dusty break and of course the lyrics, which paint a vivid picture of what it’s like to be a kid. A universal message from the god.
A big band-influenced excursion that begins much like it ends – on a steady, piercing drum roll and a whirling dervish of brass. In between is a cacophony of disjointed lyrics and off-key melodies, which work as yet another form of improvisational jazz. A good way to soundtrack the slow decline.
Enough bass to make you vomit, but that’s not nearly as egregious as the lyrics. It’s that age old fallback that most rappers lean on to justify a seedy past or the inability to string together a dope narrative. Rap cliches abound, as anemic an effort as Game has ever strung together.
The Game is that old guy at the Y that was good ten years ago, but is a shell of what he was before. So instead of hangin’ it up he gets back on the court and is essentially a walking flagrant foul. He does surround himself with some heads but as a whole it’s a little too dated an effort to make a splash.
The Game and his cohorts embracing the jungle mentality, the one that seems to best embody the mainstream rap world. But it’s a social jungle and the biggest weapon is hype, which is noticeably absent from this wilting flower of a song. A big hindrance is the beat selection, watery at best.
Another exhibition featuring one of the Game’s proteges. The lo-fi beat has some draw in that it doesn’t overstate its presence, giving his pupil a chance to say his peace, uninterpreted and without any sort of prodding. He’s not coming with original content, but at least he’s not being a jagoff.
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