Inspired by the Japanese philosophy wabi-sabi – the perfection of imperfection – Lupe Fiasco wrote and recorded his eighth album in three days. Rush recording may be an excuse to coast on the fumes of inventive fireplace, but it surely’s introduced a welcome looseness to Lupe’s music after a grotesque chart-chasing part. It could be optimistic to say the 40-year-old’s inventive greatest days are forward of him, however this can be a blessedly quick and infrequently pleasurable journey via his mazy thoughts.
Borrowing 10 beats from creative producer Soundtrakk’s vault, Lupe tries out completely different flows with various success. Each weapon in his arsenal is deployed on Autoboto and Kiosk – inner rhyming, assonance, echoing auto-rhymes, battle freestyle flows. However he’s greatest when he settles into conversational but exact wordplay akin to Ghoti, with its beautiful jazz-adjacent swing. He’s not half as engaged on Ms. Mural, losing a wise beat on a hectoring supply that’s like a instructor tiring of his personal class. In distinction, closing monitor On Fake Nem is a devastating tour via a wasteland of deferred hopes and evaporating futures, exhibiting that the outdated fireplace nonetheless glints.
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