Mac Miller’s promoted himself from fun-loving Jewish kid who doesn’t mind the occasional doobie, to a full-blown druggo whose talent might be fading.
GO:OD AM lacks a lot of the charm of his previous releases. The beats are lacklustre, however the rhymes are still on point and the words still sound like they’re coming out of the side of his mouth (probably because of said doobie).
Miller’s previous full-length, Watching Movies With the Sound Off was a delightful romp through the weirder areas of his mind via his dalliances. However, it now seems that he lives permanently in that weird dark place. Miller’s forgotten that he’s not in fact a gangster from the hood – his heritage being overtaken by the trope that all rappers are gangsters.
Weighing in at around 70 minutes, it’s an epic listen. Shit, even the most audacious by the king of white-boy rap, Mr. Marshall Mathers, tapped out before that time. By the end, I’m tired and waiting for something that isn’t decidedly off beat stoner rap.
Weekend (featuring Miguel) is probably the best-constructed song, and also the most lyrically honest as Miller doesn’t seem like he’s living up to a preconceived image. As a whole, the album gets better as it goes on. Clubhouse is passable and probably wouldn’t be a bad song to boogie to, but then again, it contains lines like, “All I do is fuck hoes, drink tiger blood.”
Predictable and uninspired, probably to pay for his drug habit – you could buy a copy, or you could just give it a miss.
BY NAVARONE FARRELL
