I had no fucking idea what to think about this album the first couple times I heard it. He's like the worst singer since Yoko Ono. Then all of a sudden this album just clicked for me one day. I mean, the production is undeniably dope, put together mostly by The Gaslamp Killer with a couple Flying Lotus tracks as well. Apparently this dude is a yoga instructor, and it kinda shows with his approach to singing, just blurting out what he feels at the moment, almost like skatting, but with actual words, and forming it out more like a chant or mantra, if that makes any sense. I guess you just gotta hear it. Preferably not sober. |
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