Not the only thing he fucked up this year.
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Jonathan Bogart: Possibly the least gleeful ode to making it rain ever recorded. I know his thing is to sound always on the edge of tears, but by the end of the track the exhaustion in his voice no longer sounds merely stylistic. If I were being paid for a thinkpiece I might squeeze in something about income inequality, but pop is a tool to express personal, not socioeconomic, pain.
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Alfred Soto: The title is the best description of how Future and Young Thug treat sentences. Giving e e cummings the boom boom bap, their rhythms are their own, and when they’re at full strength they give English some sinister machinations. But he runs out of tune after two minutes of repetition.
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Micha Cavaseno: After Honest tried and failed to legitimate Future once and for all as the artiste singer-songwriter of the futuristic era, not to mention the failure of his relationship with Ciara, Nayvadius appears to be rebounding by trying earnestly to return to the streets who have turned to several of his sons into replacement father figures. “Commas,” laced up by longtime collaborators DJ Spinz and Southside, was from his Monster project, which saw the former heroic and noble future embrace slovenly nihilism. It was the first one of three mixtapes (included the all-Zaytoven helmed Beast Mode and the Southside administrated ‘conceptual’ mixtape 56 Nights) that show Future devolve horrendously as a rapper in favor of extravagant gestures of attitude and “coo.” What they have showcased, however, is a sad case of insecurity. “Commas” is in reality a rejected filler track from Honest (as is nearly all of Monster) over a generic banger — the standout from his recent shallow and disposable material. This is coming from a man who’d openly cried on records about his sister’s anemia and money desperate hitmen begging him for “help.” A sort of ‘wilderness year’ is expected given Future’s sharp turn from prestige. Yet I hope Future gets himself together and delivers something more inspiring from the ashes of his wreckage.
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Ramzi Awn: The best thing to be said about Future at this point is that he had the good sense to fuck up some commas in his relationship with past, present and future R&B princess, Ciara. Apart from that, there is hardly a need to comment on the rapper’s consistently mediocre spit, flow, and auto-tuned output.
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Josh Langhoff: Future ruthlessly chops off his syllables inside a sonic horror movie, the third verse fracturing into rhythmic abstraction. Don’t go in his money shower!
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Thomas Inskeep: The minor key synths recall John Carpenter’s Halloween score, giving this track an interesting horror-trap feel. Unfortunately, Future’s endlessly over-AutoTuned rapping goes over the subjects of blowing money and how “we don’t give no fucks, yeah,” which means that unfortunately, neither do I. With a compelling rapper on top of this track it might do something.
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