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Flower Boy in Franklin, TN
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Proclaiming himself as
Flower Boy T
with that gravelly voice and irascible disposition befitting a proprietor of a rust-belt collision shop,
Tyler, The Creator
thrives on his paradoxical character and daily life throughout his self-produced fourth solo album. Despite the coarseness of its alternate title,
Scum Fuck Flower Boy
, this is easily the least vulgar
Tyler
release. It's also the most radiant one, akin to a modern-day
N.E.R.D.
album -- marching-band drums, curlicue strings and synthesizers, candy-coated melodies galore -- filled with purpose, lacking in aimless frivolity. This is a major creative advancement, no slapdash repository of provocations and whims. Going by the preceding lead double A-side, the album's essence was impossible to forecast. There was little indication from the pairing of the bare-knuckled blast "Who Dat Boy" with "911/Mr. Lonely," where a longing
, over a supreme dazed groove, sees adoring fans and fast cars -- the latter self-effacingly acknowledged elsewhere as a recurring album theme -- as inadequate fill-ins for one-on-one time. The album contains another hard-hitting track in the form of "I Ain't Got Time!," with the rhymes ranging from routine threats to singular declarations ("Next line will have 'em like 'Whoa'/I been kissing white boys since 2004"), but its makeup is typified more by "911" and the similarly lively "Find Your Wings," off the preceding
Cherry Bomb
. Even with combination bleacher-stomping/trunk-rattling drums and an F-bomb, "See You Again" is a positively kaleidoscopic love song, tricked out with laser zaps, xylophones, strings, horns, and sugary lines like "I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie." On "Pothole," a low-profile standout,
approaches driving as a metaphor for life, laments his solitude and vehicular escapism, but then proudly asserts his lone-wolf status over the sheep: "I'd rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with they fleece." While most of these songs are rife with anxiety and isolation, the open-hearted lyricism and wide-scoped productions, put together by an artist in peak form, make them immensely engrossing.
Frank Ocean
,
Pharrell Williams
Kali Uchis
Syd
, and
Estelle
are among 11 supporting cast members, not one of whom is inessential to the whole. ~ Andy Kellman
Flower Boy T
with that gravelly voice and irascible disposition befitting a proprietor of a rust-belt collision shop,
Tyler, The Creator
thrives on his paradoxical character and daily life throughout his self-produced fourth solo album. Despite the coarseness of its alternate title,
Scum Fuck Flower Boy
, this is easily the least vulgar
Tyler
release. It's also the most radiant one, akin to a modern-day
N.E.R.D.
album -- marching-band drums, curlicue strings and synthesizers, candy-coated melodies galore -- filled with purpose, lacking in aimless frivolity. This is a major creative advancement, no slapdash repository of provocations and whims. Going by the preceding lead double A-side, the album's essence was impossible to forecast. There was little indication from the pairing of the bare-knuckled blast "Who Dat Boy" with "911/Mr. Lonely," where a longing
, over a supreme dazed groove, sees adoring fans and fast cars -- the latter self-effacingly acknowledged elsewhere as a recurring album theme -- as inadequate fill-ins for one-on-one time. The album contains another hard-hitting track in the form of "I Ain't Got Time!," with the rhymes ranging from routine threats to singular declarations ("Next line will have 'em like 'Whoa'/I been kissing white boys since 2004"), but its makeup is typified more by "911" and the similarly lively "Find Your Wings," off the preceding
Cherry Bomb
. Even with combination bleacher-stomping/trunk-rattling drums and an F-bomb, "See You Again" is a positively kaleidoscopic love song, tricked out with laser zaps, xylophones, strings, horns, and sugary lines like "I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie." On "Pothole," a low-profile standout,
approaches driving as a metaphor for life, laments his solitude and vehicular escapism, but then proudly asserts his lone-wolf status over the sheep: "I'd rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with they fleece." While most of these songs are rife with anxiety and isolation, the open-hearted lyricism and wide-scoped productions, put together by an artist in peak form, make them immensely engrossing.
Frank Ocean
,
Pharrell Williams
Kali Uchis
Syd
, and
Estelle
are among 11 supporting cast members, not one of whom is inessential to the whole. ~ Andy Kellman
Proclaiming himself as
Flower Boy T
with that gravelly voice and irascible disposition befitting a proprietor of a rust-belt collision shop,
Tyler, The Creator
thrives on his paradoxical character and daily life throughout his self-produced fourth solo album. Despite the coarseness of its alternate title,
Scum Fuck Flower Boy
, this is easily the least vulgar
Tyler
release. It's also the most radiant one, akin to a modern-day
N.E.R.D.
album -- marching-band drums, curlicue strings and synthesizers, candy-coated melodies galore -- filled with purpose, lacking in aimless frivolity. This is a major creative advancement, no slapdash repository of provocations and whims. Going by the preceding lead double A-side, the album's essence was impossible to forecast. There was little indication from the pairing of the bare-knuckled blast "Who Dat Boy" with "911/Mr. Lonely," where a longing
, over a supreme dazed groove, sees adoring fans and fast cars -- the latter self-effacingly acknowledged elsewhere as a recurring album theme -- as inadequate fill-ins for one-on-one time. The album contains another hard-hitting track in the form of "I Ain't Got Time!," with the rhymes ranging from routine threats to singular declarations ("Next line will have 'em like 'Whoa'/I been kissing white boys since 2004"), but its makeup is typified more by "911" and the similarly lively "Find Your Wings," off the preceding
Cherry Bomb
. Even with combination bleacher-stomping/trunk-rattling drums and an F-bomb, "See You Again" is a positively kaleidoscopic love song, tricked out with laser zaps, xylophones, strings, horns, and sugary lines like "I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie." On "Pothole," a low-profile standout,
approaches driving as a metaphor for life, laments his solitude and vehicular escapism, but then proudly asserts his lone-wolf status over the sheep: "I'd rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with they fleece." While most of these songs are rife with anxiety and isolation, the open-hearted lyricism and wide-scoped productions, put together by an artist in peak form, make them immensely engrossing.
Frank Ocean
,
Pharrell Williams
Kali Uchis
Syd
, and
Estelle
are among 11 supporting cast members, not one of whom is inessential to the whole. ~ Andy Kellman
Flower Boy T
with that gravelly voice and irascible disposition befitting a proprietor of a rust-belt collision shop,
Tyler, The Creator
thrives on his paradoxical character and daily life throughout his self-produced fourth solo album. Despite the coarseness of its alternate title,
Scum Fuck Flower Boy
, this is easily the least vulgar
Tyler
release. It's also the most radiant one, akin to a modern-day
N.E.R.D.
album -- marching-band drums, curlicue strings and synthesizers, candy-coated melodies galore -- filled with purpose, lacking in aimless frivolity. This is a major creative advancement, no slapdash repository of provocations and whims. Going by the preceding lead double A-side, the album's essence was impossible to forecast. There was little indication from the pairing of the bare-knuckled blast "Who Dat Boy" with "911/Mr. Lonely," where a longing
, over a supreme dazed groove, sees adoring fans and fast cars -- the latter self-effacingly acknowledged elsewhere as a recurring album theme -- as inadequate fill-ins for one-on-one time. The album contains another hard-hitting track in the form of "I Ain't Got Time!," with the rhymes ranging from routine threats to singular declarations ("Next line will have 'em like 'Whoa'/I been kissing white boys since 2004"), but its makeup is typified more by "911" and the similarly lively "Find Your Wings," off the preceding
Cherry Bomb
. Even with combination bleacher-stomping/trunk-rattling drums and an F-bomb, "See You Again" is a positively kaleidoscopic love song, tricked out with laser zaps, xylophones, strings, horns, and sugary lines like "I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie." On "Pothole," a low-profile standout,
approaches driving as a metaphor for life, laments his solitude and vehicular escapism, but then proudly asserts his lone-wolf status over the sheep: "I'd rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with they fleece." While most of these songs are rife with anxiety and isolation, the open-hearted lyricism and wide-scoped productions, put together by an artist in peak form, make them immensely engrossing.
Frank Ocean
,
Pharrell Williams
Kali Uchis
Syd
, and
Estelle
are among 11 supporting cast members, not one of whom is inessential to the whole. ~ Andy Kellman