Whoa, I hadn't realized what a precedent had been set for the aesthetic of To Pimp a Butterfly; I wonder if any other hip-hop albums with live instrumentals sound so similar, or maybe it has a lot to do with the overlapping subject matter. In any case, Kendrick put together a hell of a better album, everything about this feels played out and washed up. It's a shame, I love his earlier work; I guess that much time out of the game just turned Monch's ass stale.
Recommended to me by my boy Wilson at the coffee shop down the street, and damn he was right. This is so far out of my wheelhouse that I don't have the kind of precedent metric for criticism I have with rap for instance but it's absolutely gorgeous music.
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