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It has the patina of greatness and accomplishment. They’re insufferable and slight, he never quite leans into a good beat or a good cadence once he gets one going.
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They’re full of interesting ideas that feel willfully tanked by unforced errors made by an artist who doesn’t trust his own instincts, or has an instinctual aversion/fear of catharsis.Īside from “Antidote,” a song that I hated at first, liked for three or four dozen listens after it had achieved maximum saturation, and have found maddening ever since, the casual reader of this piece hasn’t heard the great majority of these albums for good reason. Even with the benefit of hindsight to see where the early work was leading, what it was all in service of, Owl Pharaoh, Days Before Rodeo and Rodeo, are not very good.
To this day, his melody and style has been aped, but it’s nearly impossible to mimic his sound which has changed from project to project while staying true and recognizable to his aesthetic. The world is full of great producers, but Scott was more than that.
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At his best, Scott’s production sounds like the seven trumpets of the Apocalypse played through a damaged wind up music box, like a long lost opera by Kraftwerk was pressed on a distressed 45 and played through fucked up speakers, like a foley artist embedded a microphone in a Rube Goldberg torture device in a Terry Gilliam movie and set it to drums. How many other rappers in the history of the genre cite Portishead as a major influence? Maybe this is why he didn’t like to classify himself as a rapper. That “it” factor, the thing Travis brought to the table that made us all pay attention even when the music sucked, was an artist with an incredibly distinct and defined lo-fi vision. He was a young protege of Kanye West and it makes sense that the album he had a major hand in was West’s strangest, least commercial album to that date. A talent for melody and a serious gift for production was apparent immediately. His early independent work is rough but shows promise. He took his moniker from a cool uncle and it’s fittingly random. Scott is from a suburb of Houston, but until recently, and at times even now, you could convince me he’s from anywhere. He was an artist who clearly had a great deal of potential he would squander on masturbatory indulgence, making this bleak monotonous Ketamine shit strung between bad Cudi and the early minimal Weeknd mixtapes. It was pretentious hipster bait, not that all pretentious hipster bait is bad, but worse than that, it was often boring. Travis Scott’s Boar’s Head Tavern, his Own Private Astroworld, was the bizarre, ugly alt-R&B he once traded in. I found his music tantalizing but ultimately unnecessarily abrasive. I couldn’t stand Travis Scott five years ago. When I think of the arc of Jacques Berman Webster II’s decade, that’s the example that comes to mind. There’s something appealing about the idea of the marked man, destined for greatness, meandering for a period in life as he dicks around in the underworld on the margins of society with Falstaff and a bunch of goons.
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