
Five years. That’s how long fans apparently waited, their anticipation growing for a new Playboi Carti album—five years of hope for a groundbreaking release. Yet, what they got was a sonic mess that feels more like a collection of unfinished demos hastily put together for the TikTok generation than a cohesive artistic statement.
Honestly, I never understood the hype. Carti’s music has always struck me as repetitive and simplistic, leaning heavily on mumbled vocals and repetitive beats. But even with low expectations, this new record managed to disappoint. It’s a sloppy, autotune-drenched affair designed for fleeting moments rather than sustained listening.
The most significant issue is the lack of substance. The tracks, with their repetitive phrases and simplistic melodies, often feel more like sonic wallpaper than carefully constructed songs. They lack the complexity and depth that would engage a discerning listener. This is music for a generation with the attention span of a sugar-addled toddler in a sweet shop, always searching for the next sugar rush.And let’s talk about the autotune. While its strategic use can add a unique texture and flavour to a track, here it feels like a crutch, masking vocal inadequacies and blurring any sense of genuine expression. It’s so pervasive that it becomes distracting, creating a homogenous soundscape devoid of personality.
What’s truly baffling is the inclusion of heavyweight features like Kendrick Lamar and Skepta. These are artists known for their lyrical prowess and innovative approaches to hip-hop. To hear them diluted within this autotune-heavy swamp is frankly disheartening. Their contributions feel out of place, like trying to add a gourmet meal to a plate of fast food. It’s as if their unique style clashes with the direction of this project, leading to a lack of cohesion. Their talent is wasted on this project.
Maybe some will argue that I “don’t get it.”. But this album feels lazy and derivative, a clear indication of prioritising trends over artistry, so in other words, I find it fucking shit and ear bleeding. After five years of waiting, fans deserved something more substantial, something more memorable, something that justified the anticipation. Instead, they got noise that will likely be forgotten as quickly as the next TikTok trend. Ultimately, this record confirms my long-held suspicion: the emperor has no clothes, and in this case, he also has a broken autotune machine.









