I haven't been looking forward to this.
See, most people who follow me know my opinion on Future, a below-average rapper with a bad taste for autotune, a complete lack of interesting content, and an unfortunate knack for picking generic forgettable nonsense for his beats - or at least that was the case for Honest, his 2014 album that I reviewed and panned pretty harshly. And when I did that review, I wondered if I'd ever manage to get Future's appeal, because as an ignorant MC slamming out party bangers, his material has either underwhelmed or annoyed the hell out of me.
But even though Future has been bigger and more influential than ever as an MC, his past year hasn't exactly been good. After R&B singer Ciara called off their engagement and dumped him for cheating on her, Future has been cutting a furious swath of curdled anger across his mixtapes, none of which has made him look good as he embraces his drug-addled hedonism... which could have been interesting or presented a compelling moral if Future's bars and messages weren't so shallow and betrayed an ugly pettiness and that he was still stinging hard from the breakup. None of it had the class and grace of songs like Ciara's excellent 'I Bet', instead preferring to wallow in his own debauchery.
But to his credit, Future was slowly becoming a better rapper, at least in terms of his flow and structuring his bars, and I had heard his newest album, dropped with little-to-no promotion, was planned as a sequel to his breakout mixtape with some of the best beats of his career... well, I'll be honest, I didn't expect it to be good. But hey, I'm not against hedonism if he can at least make it fun, so does Dirty Sprite 2 defy the odds?