With wounds still fresh, Brockhampton supposedly returns from their recent post Roadrunner breakup. In less than a calendar year, this resurrection paints a sour flavor in its expressed explanation of existance. Dominating the airwaves, through commentary and production, The Family arrives like a Kevin Abstract record for this outsider looking in. Peeling off scabs from a painful separation, the woes of using drama for content seems lost on the nature of this dissection of their unraveling.
On one hand, The Family plays as a wonderful self analysis, a raw reflection. Like a fly on the wall of a therapists office, we cycle through events and dramas that tore the group apart. Its candid, unabashed and sudden. The other hand, an eerie postmortem called while a pulse can still be felt. This unease is steered by Kevin, lopsided in representation and drowning the music with early era Kanye West imitations.
Often do his vocally directed instrumentals reek of Kanye's genius. So do the flows, cadence and expressive schemes play uncannily alike. Its not found at every turn but throws what could of been a luminous reflective concept record into the unease based on imitations and a questionable timing that seems to retread some of the lessons its trying to learn through this open autopsy. Despite that, there is class at play, music to be enjoyed. Production is well rounded, topicality interesting, engaging yet that lack of self awareness breeds the inescapable odd tension, throwing all feelings into doubt.
Rating: 4/10