Ok I have a bad review of this album for yall.
Album had a spark when it started...
End of the album is brutally bad. From the production to the song writing, this is J Cole at his most pretentious yet.
The bigger issue I see with Cole's content now is this whining, melancholy, teenage angst sort of vibe that dominates his music. By all accounts this guys childhood was about as average a middle class black kid as possible. And that's OK, but maybe he needs a little more humor, and little more airiness and color in his production to make these every man tales pop a little bit more. All of these somber backdrops, with his crooning about wanting to be free, it's kinda ridiculous in a way. At times J Cole's material feels like a romantic comedy scored as a tragedy. It's like goofy, clumbsy shyt happening on screen, but the score is just straight up Titantic, violins and soft pianos. Just totally mismatched and pretentious.
Then there's J Cole's singing, which literally doesn't enhance anything about this album for me. It just kinda emphasizes more that whining, droning, melancholy, dramatic, stuck in my teenage angst, feeling that this album brings across so well. nikka crooning about "I just want to be free"
It's really kind of outlandish when you think about it
I think when it all boils down, I just don't like J Cole as an artist. His aesthetic isn't something that appeals to me at all, and this album is more in line with that.