As an avid fan of new school rap and hip hop, of course, I was looking forward to the long-awaited Whole Lotta Red by Playboi Carti. Personally, I consider myself somewhat of a Carti fan, particularly his self-titled mixtape and Die Lit, so it was a Christmas miracle when he dropped WLR this past holiday season.
For me, it all started because of TikTok. I would constantly see videos being made using a short clip of this song that I have never heard of. It was calm and strong at the same time and most of the videos were of people carefully listening, vibing with it or making a cover to it. What caught my attention was that nobody was making fun of it.
At first, I thought this album was a joke. Not in a bad way, just in a ‘what the fuck?’ kind of way. It has 22 songs, no solid concept, and an odd-ass intro. The 1975 is no stranger to odd intros, but this one was stranger than usual.
First of all – I love this album. I don’t need to say much more. It’s ethereal, beautiful, amazing, calming, relatable, and a million more positive comments. Troye Sivan is a genius.
I love blackbear so much. I saw him in concert last year in NYC, so awesome. Anyway, back to the album.
I’ve listened to this album all the way through about 5 times now. I love it. It’s the perfect combination of poppy beats and heartfelt/sad lyrics – my favorite genre.