This album is the most 'woe is me', narcissistic, insincere, bland, uninspired modern mediocrity I hate about modern music. A few good tracks scattered here and there, yes, but D4vd being a murderer and paedophile aside, there's nothing special, and the best parts of it tend to sound like inferior versions of songs released decades ago, such as blatantly lifting guitar tones from much more talented musicians who gave those tones a more solid purpose.
May 25, 2026