There are no other variables and there is no other outcome.
Opposing unnamed adversary (or) absent father (or) manipulative woman (or) hater + the burden of accomplishment + (at least) one cringe-worthy bar + rapper name drop + a connection to his past = struggling with change. His records now go through a perpetual and predictable cycle creating this formula (SPOILER ALERT!): Even worse, though, is that he’s become very bad at being entertaining. Cole is very good at being okay (credit: Jayson Greene). Chances are, the weather is overcast over every single display carrying this CD. There is seldom a positive outlook on anything (the sole exception being “Crooked Smile”), and when you find one the moment is fleeting.
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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