It works as a whole, and yet could just as easily be torture to those with more disgruntled ears. Only A$AP could point out his contemporaries’ iniquities and hypocrisy with such cheekiness, and for it to still sound meaningless. Praise The Lord for example, features a suspiciously happy sounding flute, tittering hi-hats and alternating bass bonks, whilst the rapper men decide to belabour the point of praising the lord ironically in a staccato pocket throughout the whole song. One of the album’s strongest qualities are the melodies, although some are dangerously close to being annoying.
At no point does he weigh down the album’s sonic ambition with a slew of moral deliberations or conscious wank, instead he simply just warbles out fatuous bars efficiently. In any case, his rapping on this record sounds like effortless freestyling, and bedded into his strongest verses is his trademark lilting flows, riding the beats with ease.
If his ego now isn't suspended in some kind of permanent interdimensional astral deluge from all the drugs he’s taken, then he deserves to be congratulated. Because despite the fact his personality and quality comes through consistently on this record, it does seem like he’s being willingly waterboarded with enough codeine to drown a blue whale. It should be no surprise to anyone that 4 years after the release of TESTING, A$AP Rocky has succeeded in doing nothing of note besides going to jail. Review Summary: Quality cloistered in muppetry
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