Following up on last years Lyfë, Yeat returns to hold down a lengthy record on his own. Onboarding two alter egos, the twenty two tracks have only one guest artist. An unlikely cause of my disappointment, yet seemingly fed into the repetitive nausea I experienced. These hypnotic beats, alien and psychedelic by design, persist on a single idea. With no beat switches, little in the way of structure, they make themselves known swiftly. Shuffling Trap hi hats bustle away alongside brief melodies on loop.
Over top, Yeat brings in sleazy slurred flows, breezing off the reverb, toying with plenty of dreamy auto tune vocal manipulations, leaning deep on the slang and sluggish cadence. Of the lyrics I could decipher, little value was unearthed, lots of nonsensical boisterous bars and wealth braggadocio that lacked hooks and repeated itself a lot.
Although this formula yielded some groovy hypnotic beats I return to on occasion last outing, this followup was abysmal, little of the beats landed and the vocals became rather grating as the hour of music dragged on. A note of merit is the closing track Mysëlf. Far from great but at least an attempt to introduce a change of tone with dreary acoustic guitars, piano and soft strings. Overall, a big disappointment.
Rating: 3/10