Future represents everything wrong with contemporary Hip-Hop; he has a deliberately slow-moving flow and his songs always feature club and chart focussed choruses complete with dumbed-down lyrics. In fact his music is so bad, that if you listen to any of his horrendous tracks, each with their abysmal electronic production and faux-singing; you might contemplate committing suicide.
If you haven’t heard of Future; count yourself lucky. His songs mainly consist of him shouting the same line over and over again or singing using the tired-ass auto-tune effect to create a garbled mess. With his latest album “Honest” nothing has changed, and with its twelve tracks (or an excruciating eighteen on the Deluxe Version) the end result is a torturous album which seems to never end. Now normally, if an album is worth critiquing; I would break down each track in some detail. But when it comes to “Honest”, detail is honestly not needed. Safe to say every song on this album is garbage.
The album begins with “Look Ahead” which consists of a singing hook and electric guitar both sampled from the track “Dougou Badia”. Since this poppy sample is the best part of the song, Future may as well not be on it. In fact his crappy off-beat flow makes an already Hip-Pop song sound even more lame.
Next up is “T-Shirt” which let’s face it; is just a fucking racket… a complete mess of a song with appalling lyrics. Future’s lyricism gets even worse on the next joint “Move That Dope”, a track on which the super-shitty Pharrell does a better job of rapping; so you know there’s something seriously wrong here.
The title track “Honest” is an example of Future’s auto-tuned creations, with an elongated yelp acting as the chorus. With shitty lyrics like “my diamonds ain’t got flaws”, it is at this point in the album that you realise there won’t be anything special here.
This is confirmed on the next track “I Won” which has one of the worst hooks since Dustin Hoffman met Steven Spielberg. The song also has Kanye “Fakest Of All Time” West who seems to love helping kill the memory of credible Hip-Hop. With the next joint “Never Satisfied”, the fake Drake then lends a hand to bury the corpse of the once great genre. The grave of Hip-Hop is then neatly covered… in money.
The track “Covered N Money” with the oh-so inspired lyric “I’m covered in money, I’m covered in money, these bitches these niggaz they all want some from me”, is a great example of what has happened to lyricism in the Hip-Hop genre; it has all but disappeared. On top of this, the now standard and down-right repetitive pitch-shifted snare drum (which seems to feature in almost everything these days) is also present.
The only reprieve from all this aural excrement is Big Rube’s spoken word thingamabob on the Deluxe Edition, which unfortunately at the same time as giving your ossicles a break, makes what follows (the horribly soft track “Side Effects”) sound even worse.
The album closes with “Karate Chop (Remix)” with its purposefully abrupt delivery which gets annoying after, errrrm… two bars. This final song features yet more shit lyrics, but this time couples them with uninspiring rhyme schemes like “living like John Gotti, chopping bricks like ka-rate”. If this wasn’t already a recipe for a craptastic track, “Karate Chop (Remix) also features Lil Wayne and his lil lame style, but by that point you’re just glad the album has finally finished.
With a Hip-Hop album this crap, it isn’t surprising that the ever corrupt Rolling Stone gave this trash 4 Stars. This ruination of Hip-Hop has been helped by this blanketing of the genre with sub-par lyrics and delivery, and uninformed journalists it seems; are paid to praise this kind of shit to keep it selling whilst real rappers and credible albums remain underground. This is especially true of Southern Hip-Hop, and if it wasn’t for K-Rino, Killer Mike and a few others, both Atlanta Hip-Hop and Southern Hip-Hop would be known for this kind of ultra-dumbed-down stereotypical garbage.
Don’t Go Back To The Future.