It has arrived. For years, I’ve been searching, for an album unique and powerful, for a record inventive and relatable, for Executively Produced. The mastermind behind the work is brilliantly tortured, evoking an erudition that appears but once a generation.
It has arrived. I thought it impossible, I knew it improbable, but right now I believe I have found the album to kill music, or at least my love of it. Seamless drivel, intentions incomprehensible, the inability to execute anything