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Works in the latter category often feel like slow-motion car crashes.
The New YorkTimesnotedthat for a film wracked by substance abuse and self-medication, it never does condemn heroin abuse.
I thought ofTrainspottingwhen I saw the artwork toJ.
The cover is both profoundly haunted and entirely too heavy-handed, like an ace piece of D.A.R.E.
Above the rappers head is a disclaimer: This album is in no way intended to glorify addiction.
ButTrainspottingdidnt live in a world practically defined by mixed messaging and deliberate subterfuge.
ATM warns of pursuing money too adroitly over a beat that ticks and whirs like a cash machine.
Aronofskys work loses its soul as its tenderness gives way to lurid ultraviolence.
KODlargely, smartly eschews this kind of melodrama.
1, are really only there to make Big Boi and Andre 3000 look sharp and reflective.
No one lifts a finger to save Nass Black Girl Lost.
AsKODdraws to a close, it makes a few strong plays at changing lives.
The songs closing refrain of Meditate, dont medicate is cloying junk science.
(A recent argument between T.I.
and Gucci Mane about who invented trap music suggests the subgenre is atleast15 years old.
How long does a sound have to live before we stop calling it a flash in the pan?)
The spitfire, start-stop lines in the verses of Photograph invoke XXXTentacions Look at Me.
The Cut Off and ATM kick triplets like the Migos.
We should commend him when he does this well and challenge him when he doesnt.
