Now wait, LOTUS...
Kiiiiiii @ the lessers who thought for a few seconds I actually had a positive impression of this piece of shit. I was contemplating doing a track-by-track review of this "album," but then why would I put more effort into a review than Xtincta did pushing her latest bowel movement?
I shouldn't be shocked at how aimless and sterile LOTUS feels, both in production and lyrical content, but somehow I managed to be shocked. The whole bloody affair is a vulgar and utterly tired rehash of the "SAY! I'm a fiiiiighterrr" motifs, stained with production work that leaves a lot to the imagination - that is, considerably cognitive effort must be expensed in order to add imaginary layers to the empty CASIO® beats that permeate this "effort."
The pervasive feeling of indifference is the most scathing thing about LOTUS. Despite Bionic being the most spectacular flop of the decade, that album can proudly say "I failed so hard but I tried." There is little about LOTUS that could lead one to pretend trying was a part of the formula. Even Xtincta's vocals - which were overall unusually subdued and I was expecting this to be a major positive for a person whose career is insufferable because of repeated acts of melismatic terrorism - end up having an air of unimportance (when one isn't shocked by how eroded her throat sounds).
NONCHALATUS couldn't come at a worst time, really, because what's even worse than a spectacular failure is a failure that no one really gives a damn about.
/ 10
P.S.: Blank Page is the best song.
B.C.: Let There Be Love is so hysterically dated that I'm still cackling over anyone in her team thinking recording that shit was a good idea.
Kiiiiiii @ the lessers who thought for a few seconds I actually had a positive impression of this piece of shit. I was contemplating doing a track-by-track review of this "album," but then why would I put more effort into a review than Xtincta did pushing her latest bowel movement?
I shouldn't be shocked at how aimless and sterile LOTUS feels, both in production and lyrical content, but somehow I managed to be shocked. The whole bloody affair is a vulgar and utterly tired rehash of the "SAY! I'm a fiiiiighterrr" motifs, stained with production work that leaves a lot to the imagination - that is, considerably cognitive effort must be expensed in order to add imaginary layers to the empty CASIO® beats that permeate this "effort."
The pervasive feeling of indifference is the most scathing thing about LOTUS. Despite Bionic being the most spectacular flop of the decade, that album can proudly say "I failed so hard but I tried." There is little about LOTUS that could lead one to pretend trying was a part of the formula. Even Xtincta's vocals - which were overall unusually subdued and I was expecting this to be a major positive for a person whose career is insufferable because of repeated acts of melismatic terrorism - end up having an air of unimportance (when one isn't shocked by how eroded her throat sounds).
NONCHALATUS couldn't come at a worst time, really, because what's even worse than a spectacular failure is a failure that no one really gives a damn about.
P.S.: Blank Page is the best song.
B.C.: Let There Be Love is so hysterically dated that I'm still cackling over anyone in her team thinking recording that shit was a good idea.
