
Rating: 3/10




Dense, sporadic, unstructured and certainly zany, Lil Uzi Vert drops a lengthy lovable mess suffering its own madness. Pink Tape feels built for the streaming era, these ninety minutes, twenty six tracks, hint at playing the numbers game. Curation and focus set aside, a loose thematic grip lets this manic music meander in all sorts of directions. Uzi himself often plays second fiddle to instrumentals as his erratic performances flips from rhymes, to auto tune blurbs and feisty shouts. With a waving presence, vibeing and vocal aesthetics often seem central to his restless expressions.
The production leans into spacey Trap vibes, embracing its digital incarnation, thumb printing a synthetic style leaning heavily on auto tune. Suicide Doors embraces the dark side with mean distortion guitars complimenting its gristly atmosphere. Uzi can't stay on track however, it becomes evident quickly as inspirations jump between a handful of tones. Endless Fashion raises an eyebrow, borrowing the Blue melody to great effect, a smash hit in the late 90s by Italian DJ duo Effile 65.
A few of the following songs also seem to borrow elements from pop culture and music too with familiar sounds and lyrics cropping up. The wildness reaches new heights when suddenly a karaoke cover of Chop Suey! erupts. You can feel the passion for the Metal classic yet Uzi's style has such an odd resonance. I think my enjoyment mostly lies with the original. The following Werewolf is an absolute banger, a collaboration with Bring Me The Horizon. Its clear who handled the song writing, with the band and Oli dominating. Uzi offers just a handful of words to compliment the brief bass guitar sections that arise. A shy guest on his own record.
A similar affair unravels again with Babymetal at the records conclusion. The hints of Metal reflects my issue with the whole record, a lack of focus. It goes in many directions without settling on a key idea. It typically appeals to the emotive artistic expressions of Uzi, lacking conceived depth and meaning, instead simply reveling in the vibes. Thus its lengthy style levels it to the curation of a few favorite cuts I will return for. Without offering a key distinction the whole thing feels like a hot bloated dump of new studio material. Uzi is still one to keep a close eye on of course, when hitting a spark these songs do hit hard! Just not to often.
Rating: 5/10

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

Riding a wave of hype, this up and coming youngster Yeat builds on top a direction the likes of Playboi Cardi, Future and Lil Uzi Vert have established before him. The latter Uzi features on this EPs opening track Flawlëss, the two melding as such bt Cloud Rap standards. Vibeing with subtle psychedelia and mellowed out aesthetics, these beats pair clicky, tinged percussion with zany synths and flat bass rumbles.
Going heavy on the auto-tune, Yeat's voice electrifies tonally, blurring synthetic boundaries. Its a stylistic evolution, words play second fiddle to the feels of cadence and delivery as his flow melds melodically with backing instrumentals. Trendy slang and slurred annunciation lead way, bending vowels and consonants to the whims of self expression. This groovy, easy, laid back gelling is a pleasure to observe.
Sadly, the attention on his unique presence equally highlights seemingly knee deep lyrics. Sleazy slang, cheap nauseous rhyme schemes and a heavy reliance on braggadocio paints a shallow portrayal of the moment. There is only so many claims to success and flipping stacks one can endure. A lack of variety and substance leaves one with little to take away in terms of food for thought. Obviously its not the point.
Despite this, the moods are hypnotic. Songs play like low key bangers. Letting his voice spiral off like an instrument, the beats resonate in their unusually synthetic take on the current direction of Hip Hop. Simple loops with short melodies sink into the contagious aesthetic with ease. The bass stomps find apt moments to drill thumping repetitions, a niche touche. Producer BNYX seems to consistently have hands on the better tracks. In general, they seemingly "glow" more than his contemporaries.
The further utilization of vocals in this auto-tune chemistry is somewhat reminiscent of how Kanye West once brought the harmony of voices forward. This time, the script is flipped. Zany, odd and alien, yet mellow, chilled and groovy, the style being evolved here has something to offer. Lyfë however falls a little short as a record. Its final songs drag, recycling ideas which are wild and exciting in its opening stretch.
Rating: 5/10