Preaching positivity, one glass of water at a time.
With this Gnarls Barkley style release, Fudge aims to be something greater than the sum of Michael Christmas and Prefuse 73.
The We The Best’s rapper/singer/producer cleverly displays his artistic ambidexterity despite a small sense of unoriginality.
An overtly sexual serenade, liberal in its passion but too conservative in its vulnerability.
La Flame’s sophomore project goes off without a hitch and proves to be one of the best trap soundscapes this year.
No sophomore slump here.
And the Anonymous Nobody is a formidable, albeit dissonant, batch of tunes. Just like all their albums.
All gimmicks aside, Young Thug is finally emerging as a viable artist across the board.
The story of a rap career turned disastrous.
The gruff-voiced free crack supplier continues his streak as the most lyrically proficient of the Drill explosion regardless of his overly repetitive themes of paranoia.
Intentionally humdrum yet somewhat satisfying.
Boys have a ton of emotions.
By pulling back on the "haaaaaan"s and putting a little more time into crafting better songs, French does a modest job at keeping listeners invested.
Let us know when the version without the skits drops. Fourteen breaks on an album is just inexcusable.
The pride, the fall, the consequence and the retribution all wrapped up in one forcible package.
Neighborhood Nip continues to be a necessary influence on those aspiring to up their own position.
Even when he dials it in, Tity Boi still manages to connect.
An embattled Harry Powder can't shake the itch to fight for relevance in the rap game, despite an obvious rush job.
The Thugga is using his rap skills to inspire this go around.
Thug motivation — to dance to.
Weekends were made for partying and this album is the Sunday before a holiday.