Encore lands at a solid 7/10 for me: not because it lacks talent or ambition, but because it’s the sound of an artist wrestling with momentum rather than commanding it. Coming off an untouchable three-album run, Eminem sounds pulled in opposing directions: one eye on pop dominance, the other still trying to excavate something raw and personal. The result is an album that’s uneven, occasionally frustrating, but far from disposable. At its best, Encore is devastating. Tracks like “Like Toy Soldiers” and “Mockingbird” strip away the shock tactics and reveal an artist exhausted by conflict and painfully aware of his role as a father and public figure. These moments rank among Eminem’s most emotionally direct writing, less venomous, more resigned, and arguably more mature. “Yellow Brick Road” and “Mosh” show him grappling with legacy and politics, even if the execution doesn’t always match the intent. Where the album falters is tone. The run of deliberately goofy, low-stakes songs feels less like subversion and more like distraction, undercutting the emotional weight elsewhere. The humor that once felt dangerous now sometimes feels forced, as if Eminem is leaning on the Slim Shady crutch rather than reinventing it. Production remains slick, but the cohesion that defined his earlier records starts to fray. A 7/10 acknowledges both truths: Encore is flawed and inconsistent, yet still compelling because of who made it and when. It documents the first real cracks in Eminem’s imperial phase, not a collapse, but a wobble. In hindsight, that vulnerability is what gives the album its lingering interest, even when it doesn’t fully stick the landing.
Feb 7, 2026