The album feels less driven by creative ingenuity or an aesthetic vision than by sheer showmanship.
The film’s action is as artful as anything that Woo has whipped up throughout his career.
The MC has far greater success rapping about his own struggles than tackling problems from the outside world.
If there’s an album in Snoop’s catalog that has withstood the test of time, it’s his scruffy debut.
The singer-rapper’s debut studio album does little to suggest an attempt at musical maturation.
Its twists on older concepts register less as innovation than as lazy repetition.
Running a scant 24 minutes, the mini-album is the group’s least substantial release to date.
For the most part, the album lives up to its title. In short: woof.
There’s a wealth of grace and unearthly beauty to be found in these glitched-out compositions.
Despite a newly chill methodology, the band still lapses into their past idiosyncrasies.
Most of the material is underdeveloped, lacking in either lyrical perspective or much in the way of sonic evolution.
Although this isn’t a particularly noteworthy entry in the rapper’s emo-laden mixtape series, it’s unhurried and likable enough.
The album operates less as a cohesive body of work and more as a series of show-stopping set pieces.
Even with a fresh coat of paint, Post Malone’s writing is still overly serious.
The album’s effervescent nature starts to serve as a hindrance rather than a strength.
The album has a consistent upbeat vitality that never allows things to veer too far in one direction or another.
The album leverages the Japanese musician’s keen compositional abilities with his ear for catchy pop melodies.
The album abounds in the rapper’s trademark vocalic inflections and outlandish songwriting quirks.
The rapper’s fourth album is filled with rhetorical mini-masterclasses in verbal self-defense.
The album is defined by the quality, craftsmanship, and epic-ness we’ve come to expect.