There’s nothing on the album you can dance to, and there’s nothing built with intent to rattle subwoofers it is one tone and one tone only and that’s monotone-one shade and that’s gray. There are no thought-provoking records, no conscious records, and there’s nothing even remotely provocative. Cole announces that it’s way darker this time-about 15 seconds in-to the album’s climax (which happens to be a song about one of the lowest moments of his young career), there’s very little to feel good about.Īs the curtain rises on this ominous, anticlimactic melodrama two things immediately become indisputably clear: every single tale of success is shadowed by a self-imposed guilt trip and the music that accompanies each tale more or less serves no purpose. It is melancholy and frustrated and no fun to listen to.
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