180 gram. Marble swirly.

So much of what happens in music is about the putting on of armor. The artist plays a character rather than acting sincerely. This album gets its title because it achieves exactly the opposite. The art takes off its armor. There is no character.

It’s academic. It’s colloquial. It’s a misfit toy that doesn’t fit in easily. It’s hard to categorize. It’s so very New Orleans, and so very not New Orleans simultaneously.

It’s hip hop. It’s spoken word. It’s poetry. It’s ambitious. It’s honest. It’s a banger.