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Genius, the company helping you decipher street slang one trap song at a time, has run a cool little piece with 5 critics from Pitchfork, the FADER, Complex, and two more reflecting on their original reviews for TPaB to celebrate its release exactly one year ago.
This piece got me thinking as well on what I think of the album now that all the hype and praise has been long divorced from the record. Around December, when I was writing up my own AOTY list, I was thinking long and hard about whether or not I should include the album. Reading back all the reviews for the record, it made it seem like TPaB was the second coming of Jesus in rap form. It talked about socially conscious topics, it was a meditation on what it means to be famous and black, it talked about the struggles African-Americans were facing on institutional & personal levels, it was a masterpiece. And I didn't see that. What I saw was an album that was bold in its intent but sloppy in its execution. A coherent story is set aside for a set of scattershot themes and anecdotes that don't connect to one another in a meaningful way. The poem is a brilliant touch as a storytelling device, but the anecdotes each line leads into don't form something greater. The verses on songs jump from perspective to perspective, topic to topic, theme to theme that it just feels...aimless at times. The production doesn't do anything for me, there are no moments like "Sing About Me, Dying of Thirst". I love the ambition of the album, but having listened to it 5 or 6 times over 2015, I just couldn't connect with it. I could just be stupid, I could just be incapable of identifying with the record, but I think TPaB is a flawed masterpiece. It aims to talk about so much and in large part succeeds, but in doing so, songs feel disjointed, problems are introduced then solved, it lacks the narrative arc that made GKMC so special, and it just feels weaker than GKMC or even "untitled unmastered" to me.
What are your thoughts on the album a year out? Have you grown to love it? Have you seen its flaws emerge?
This piece got me thinking as well on what I think of the album now that all the hype and praise has been long divorced from the record. Around December, when I was writing up my own AOTY list, I was thinking long and hard about whether or not I should include the album. Reading back all the reviews for the record, it made it seem like TPaB was the second coming of Jesus in rap form. It talked about socially conscious topics, it was a meditation on what it means to be famous and black, it talked about the struggles African-Americans were facing on institutional & personal levels, it was a masterpiece. And I didn't see that. What I saw was an album that was bold in its intent but sloppy in its execution. A coherent story is set aside for a set of scattershot themes and anecdotes that don't connect to one another in a meaningful way. The poem is a brilliant touch as a storytelling device, but the anecdotes each line leads into don't form something greater. The verses on songs jump from perspective to perspective, topic to topic, theme to theme that it just feels...aimless at times. The production doesn't do anything for me, there are no moments like "Sing About Me, Dying of Thirst". I love the ambition of the album, but having listened to it 5 or 6 times over 2015, I just couldn't connect with it. I could just be stupid, I could just be incapable of identifying with the record, but I think TPaB is a flawed masterpiece. It aims to talk about so much and in large part succeeds, but in doing so, songs feel disjointed, problems are introduced then solved, it lacks the narrative arc that made GKMC so special, and it just feels weaker than GKMC or even "untitled unmastered" to me.
What are your thoughts on the album a year out? Have you grown to love it? Have you seen its flaws emerge?