Third studio album for Chris Rivers, rapper from the Bronx. I don't really know where to start here.
I'm not happy, I don't know if I should be, I was expecting a different album. I was expecting a different career. It's hard. Personally, few things are saved here, perhaps "Dark Ones", with a jazzy lo-fi boom bap, decent sample, simple pop chorus, and Rivers' decent slow syncopated delivery. But the rest it's watered down, it's half-and-half, and also difficult to catalog. The words don't give me too much trouble but the interpretation, damn dawg, why?
Here there's a delivery spoken with a syncopated style, little energy, very little energy, on light dance edm productions and continuous wack pop hooks, some even sung. I feel tired, feeble, just trying to write down something about this project. It's probably not a bad project, but it's not hip-hop, it looks like a battered version of Hammer, each cut is an attempt to the pop rap hit and each time the attempt fails miserably. It's incomprehensible, with "YAK" he releases a mediocre pop song with edm rhythm, while in the last one he speeds up his flow with decent style, but he's on a trap beat. This guy was supposed to be the future of underground hip-hop, well, at this point we're far, far away from that thing. But I'm not feeling lucid now. 3.5/10.
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