Certainly more expressive-n-exciting than 2016's sloggy Redemption, but makes me yearn for the concise cohesion of her airtight Infrared EP. Stuffs so much into ten trax/just over a half-hour that it becomes a bit of a blur; such a brisk mix-bag it's tough to tell who she's trying to be: hard-nosed NOLA-born boundary buster, pop-crossover/club-hit hopeful, tribal signee, theatrical vocal soarer, artsy acapella applier, jealous Instagrammer, "the motherfucking king", Dawn Richard, DAWN, SZA. Does em all decently, though.
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