Man, this thing is muddled. Just a murky, repetitive mess.
Aesop Rock, I loved your last album. The production was amazing: eclectic, upbeat, and perfectly attuned to you unique stream-of-consciousness delivery. Whoever produced that album did a great job.
But I see you decided to go a different direction on this one.
An odd choice, to use the same thudding bass drum on every track, thus ensuring that this 20-track smorgasbord (about ten tracks too long) was both boring and unnecessarily brooding.
Slug and Murs, you also decided to bring your C-game, preferring generic first draft quality to your normally more polished narratives. Check out this laziness courtesy of Murs ("The Prize"): "We grew up in the same environment, shared the same spray paint and markers and shit/Now you lookin' for an early retirement because every day you hate on me you talk like a bitch/Scared the hell out you didn't I? Sitting with your girl on the couch watchin' You Tube/ Couldn't even look me in the eye, tried to play it off like 'what's up my dude?'" I guess it was one of those you-had-to-be there kind of stories.
Way too long. Way too sloppy. This duo just dropped a few notches in my book.
A reminder of the infinitely better Felt 2:
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