Review Summary: 4 out of 8 thought this review was well written
The album’s depth of sonic textures is truly amazing.
One second. That’s all it takes for Yung Lean to lean into feelings so raw they would take entire minutes in the microwave before they were safe to eat. No textures should survive that kind of exposure, but some artists transcend kitchen appliances. Skrillex has been producing music for multiple years now, frequently exploring soundscapes – wait, Skrillex? Is on this. Sickboyrari has come a long way from his days as Persian Cellphone Prince, which is not something many of us can say. Of the aesthetics and sounds explored using production here, few seem fit for human consumption: reminder, don’t put tin foil in the microwave! Would this album have been better as a Yung Lean solo tape, sans any instrumentation at all? Skrillex is on this. Back to musical analysis.
Probably the closest modern thing I’ve heard that’s captured what made breakbeat hardcore sound so magical in ‘92/‘93 and later Jungle at its peak in ‘94; the chaos and mania, the high’s and low’s, the dark and uplifting.
Speaking of lows, it could be hard to find them as they are low enough to overlook. However, Thaiboy Digital, ajcollins15 and Ecco2K make for the most visible punching heads on the carousel that is the life of this album, but thankfully Yung Sherman rears his sad-man–ly head and roars a moan that can go lower than the bottom of anyone's tender heart. Probably a good time to mention that the above quote comes from some rando on rym, whose profile info gives away that they haven't spent a day of their life outside the 21st century. Whoops.
For that alone I’m impressed.
